Take keep

F**k these niggas up these niggas up yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Ay ay ay ay

Yeah walk it like i talk it talk just like a player

Yeah we got mad as gram

I don't give a damn

I didn't do no scams

I came up off grams

Know you used to hellcats baby i pulled up in lamb

Hopping foreign wheels and disrespecting

Diamonds hitting

They might pop outon my necklace

Bad little b**h got ass in me like maggie

I'm dressed to kill be real be triple the freshest oh

Ain't no way in the hell

I can let these niggas slow me down

They told them i was going up they tryna hold me down

Oh used to act like they ain't know me

But they know me now

Now bitches saying that they want me now

F**d up they want me round

Now my pockets straight oh

I got racks to play oh

Pop shit in the day oh

Put it in they face oh

I'm first in the race oh

You just in the way oh

Brought out that shit today

B**h trip i ain't finna play it on yeah

Ain't f**d up about no paper

Ain't having no money problem

Money problem

He tripped out that little bag

He having money problems problems

I can wake up every day with like a hundred problems

Hundred problems

And no one can number one i bet this money solve 'em

Yeah money problem

What the hell is money problem

Promise on them on them bottom loaded up they know i

Got themdo you come from nothing like you gotta pipe it

Lot of ice inside my watches

Lot of rats inside my pocket

Yeah no this ain't a trap house

This a maybach truck

I just sell them bags stack my paper up

Escalade got purple guts

They still gonna turn the opp to dust

My youngins they can't wait to bust

They jealous and they envy us

The streets call out nowho to trust

Ain't f**d about no paper

I got plenty i be dashing in it

Hit me i feel safer with this gin and gin

I paid the fee them niggas spin

I'm clutching on that remedy ten

I'm cooling with my evil twin

I grow up feeling sentimental swiper plastic wet

Have been selling bags on my kin

I'm balling in this life of sin

Got rosses and got vicodins

I'm maybach when i'm hopping in that pinky ring

It cost a teendrop inside these waters

If you niggas don't know how to swim

Ain't f**d up about no paper

Ain't having no money problems

B**h you bout that little bag he having money problems

I can wake up every day with like a hundred problems

And i won't care number one i bet this money solve 'em

Money problem what the hell is money problem

Promise on them on them bottom loaded up

They know i got them

Do you come from nothing like you gotta pop it

Lot of ice inside

My watches lot of racks

Inside my pocket aye f**k this shit up on the daily

I ain't tripping cause i make it

Hit the trap i feel like baby

We got birds in this b**h

I been working going crazy

If he thinking he gon' take it

P**y n**a must be crazy

Got some nerve in this b**h

Pop right in that demon

Pull off and i swerve on that b**h

New bands came out white i feel like virgil with these

I've been told them i would dress to kill

I could catch murder with these

Dj got a thirty with this

Shoot your lifestyle curry with these

Rack your fist ain't heard of this

She passed her right i purchase this

She cleaning in the f**k

But you can't find respect a dirt on this shit

F**k them niggas up like i'm taking

If i had to work for this shit

Ain't f**d up about no paper

Ain't having no money problems

He chew my that little bag he having money problems

I can wake up every day with like a hundred problems

And i won't care number one i bet this money solve 'em

Money problem what the hell is money problems

Promise on them on them bottom loaded up

They know i got them the racks inside

My watches lot of racks

This is my bag