B**h I am so lit
Ever since I took that risk I ain't never been the same since
I flipped the bags get the profits and I spent it on my wrist
Diamond chains and exotic cars this the life we live
I'm that the rapper in my city who really got some bread
These p**y boys wanna hate on me that's why they all want me dead
I don't give a f**k I keep my Glocks cocked wit extended megs
Why you acting all tough my boy if you kno u ain't bout shit
Why you saying you a trapper you if you ain't never touched no brick
I choose money
No b**h
I Sell pounds
No zips
I'm too fast I'm quick
I'm Making plays in the field my boy i ain't talking bout madden
That's fifty pounds in a big ole box that's a big package
I'm all bout my money
I'm full but I'm hungry
My trap house stay jumping
Hell nah I ain't fronting
Twenty
That's on my wrist
Twenty
That's on my neck
If it ain't bout no money then it just don't make no sense
I'm all bout my money
I'm full but I'm still hungry
My trap house stay jumping
Hell nah I aint fronting
Fifty
Thats on my wrist
Hundred
Thats on my neck
If the shit aint bout no money then it just don't make no sense
My mouth go whew
Ice cube
In the car strapped wit bout five tools
And no b**h you can't f**k wit me you a broke b**h I don't like you
And I aint really wit the internet I be spinning shit ion type foo
Got a nice blick and it came wit a switch
Got a AR wit a knife too
This pocket rocket aint a deuce deuce
Had ya b**h come to the mansion only got head cuz the hoe was loose loose
See my lil bro really chilling niggas
Get to tripping make him turn into Tom Cruise
I'll treat his hood like a club wit a AR how I did a walk thru
You don't like what that Glock do
Try to run from me that is not cool
I done shot him
I done shot him
I done shot them
I done shot you
You got hit and went to the ER and started talking to them cop dudes
Too deep on his block right now and we finna hop out the box coupe
I'm all bout my money
I'm full but I'm hungry
My trap house stay jumping
Hell nah I ain't fronting
Twenty
That's on my wrist
Twenty
That's on my neck
If it ain't bout no money then it just don't make no sense
I'm all bout my money
I'm full but I'm still hungry
My trap house stay jumping
Hell nah I aint fronting
Fifty
Thats on my wrist
Hundred
Thats on my neck
If the shit aint bout no money then it just don't make no sense
