I like to do what I wanna do
I like to play with these bands
I got the money and fame now, my family don't understand
Wheezy outta here
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I ain't 'bout status and billions
Look at my money, it tripled
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn yo block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make
Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save
Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day
Cause I know when you die, you can't take the s**t to your grave
Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space
Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week
Uh, big s**t, expensive s**t, all that s**t
12 gauge, hit him, he'll do backflips
40 hit him and he Michael Jackson
Uh, big s**t, expensive s**t, all that s**t
Only wanna f**k one time baby, I'm on the fall back s**t
Matter fact, you wanna f**k her
But you on the call back list
But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't gonna call back, b**h
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I ain't 'bout status and billions
Look at my money, it tripled
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn yo Glock to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave
B**h got a c**m stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away
I'm so proud of you, I'm higher than you
I take that to the grave
Having a thrill off these pills
I go OD any day
S**t getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's
Gotta pop on the opps, we shooting out soon as we see 'em
I been on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him
I turned a s**r to a maid, bringing magic to the crib
7 carats on my ring, 87 carats on my ears
Chopper going off like, "ring, ring"
Got P and crack, yeah
I got Céline and c**e
I'm going outta here
Got more h**s than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
Came up on a couple of million, uh
I ain't 'bout status and billions
Look at my money, it tripled
S**t getting realer and realer, uh
I lost my bro to the system, uh
I lost my bro to a pistol, uh
They tried to take me with him, uh
I can't go for that, no, no
I stay with killers every day
Keep a 40, it's hungry
I turn yo block to a buffet
Yeah, I spend a lot
Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades
I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid
