I say oh oh yeah look
In the back of the Benz I just got it painted
The grill gold- plated huh my crib still gated
But we ain't used to have not
A dollar we would go and take it
Robberies and Grand Theft Autos I can't fake it
They told me don't be trippin' about it I can't save it
A whole lotta money bring problems
But if a n***a play we gon' get him murdered tomorrow
Wanna see me demonstrate
87 T- Top Cutly put it on the interstate
Solitaire Dior bucket they can't even see my face
These hoes they want me to chase
I don't keep my sneakers laced
I don't ride straight
A my key can't go to no valet
Flew my cars out to LA
I sold so many balls in this
B***h we gon' need to vacate
We been off for some decades
Look smoking grade A but at school I got low grades
Get that boy a box of perfume he got h*e way
Look throw that boy a 762 we don't throw shade
I hope everyone don't hit you not partly
Look I'ma die in these Cuban links I feel like Rod Wave
Walk through 'em want me to call through that's a role
Look what you gonna do when the money through shorty
Don't keep tellin' me what you gon' do for me
Okay yeah I only talk about s**t that
I go through I ain't phony huh
You gon' do huh what to who I ain't homie huh
Last man he got trash can by the homie
I ain't no cappin' I spent you advance on lil' homie uh
We gon' get an address we don't land 'til the morning huh
Matter fact go and hit 'em
Up while I'm performin' huh
I just got another grill call me George Foreman
I just got another mil' and I ain't even hungry uh
All you n***as do it b***h
You worser than a woman yeah
Anybody get it n***a show me my opponent huh
I be in the newest s**t I introduce you to this
I put you on my shooter
List f**k it let me do the b***h
I been goin' through some s**t
Flip out get the jewler hit
On the one like Chris child
We don't sip on no Christ style
I remember ridin' 'round in that bucket huh
When we was in that Nissan
They didn't give me nothin' huh
When I was f**ked up my own b***h wouldn't even love me
When I ain't have my swagger
Right no h*e wouldn't even f**k me
I be on some feed the
Fam s**t I know my momma proud of me
I know that cut real good
I just can't put down the s**t
I do it real big but they don't acknowledge it
Look at where I live huh
You know I cash that on it a condo and a crib
I pay more than 15 for it
Every day I spend some s**t everything I'm in be lit
Every time I think about it I be tryna spend some s**t
Uh long live all of my n***as where we done came from
Hater I gotta talk to you in the graveyard
