Wake up in the morning, first thing I gotta get it.

Clucky on the line, got the money, what's the ticket?

Like, I put up at it, but if I had to be specific, couple turns in May to when I see them nail

crickets.

Got to keep the 40, I'm too poppin' now to risk it.

If a pull -up get the spray, and I go down from the blitz.

Die before you're 20 in my city, that's the statistics

I be voting to the money, keep a pole like the Olympics

Better keep it solid, I ain't talking to the piglets

Estimated credit score, I can tell it from a piglet

Leave your woman around me freely, stretching out her limits

Ain't my fault, I still do shocker credit, just like no limit

New baby mama hit my phone to start her answer

First baby mama trying to play me out from Texas

Wild little n***a always spares it in my classes

I will never take the stand, I ain't following the masters

Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it

Ready for the war if you wanna come and bring it

I was not prepared, but if I got to, I'ma win it

If they pull me over, grab the burner, I'ma sling it

No defense, be listening, block the number when they ringing

Bout my cash money like I'm Bambi and I'm drooping

I can get the paper, hit your city, make a movie

Got three revolvers by the platen on the Uzi

The matters give me jitters, but they make me woozy

I can lose it all, a couple pennies make the most of it

Coppers on my ***, I turn the cash, but get the ghost with it

I will never tell a soul, I'ma keep on locking it

I was always humble, now I'm tripping, they awoke me

Different type of n***a, bear respect when you talk to me

I'ma sign a deal and tell them labels going auction

You ain't bout the money, little n***a, you can't walk with me

Homies keep it low, if I tell them, they gon' talk for me

Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it