It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling Bang bang bang You know your lips Taste like champagne Yeah, your kiss is bittersweet I be addicted to your taste Boom, boom, boom My flower only bloom for you It be us against the world Ride or die straight to my tomb One, two, three, do you got me? Your love is like a drug You fill me up with anxiety A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling I need a ride or die chick You need a real man Lately I been on some shit And you been down real bad Anytime you hit my phone I usually answer Used to make you happy Now I don't know what you mad for You used to be my one and only Now you act like you don't know me Say you got some things to show me Baby, tell me where we're going Telling me what I should've did Now I'm gone, can't handle it And no, I ain't wrong for that Now I let all this paper stack up I'm sorry I played you to the left But all of this money's on my mind Girl, you know how the game go You let 'em, they'll do it every time I want you to take care of yourself And doing your best when you shine I want you to live your life So don't even wait on me, girl Sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling We cruising in the pink G-Waggy This is my house like You can call me daddy We out here loud We only smoking fatties You got the green, the lean You got the addy One, two, three, so chilly Come with me, we light up the tree A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Sugar in my bloodstream I'll rip your heart out smiling

Got it on smash Got it on smash Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch Like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate Bought that Wraith fresh off the Lot, that bitch ain't even got no plates I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play They taking shots like, Plaxico I'm riding waves in, Mexico You bitches gassed like, Texaco Ain't bout that bag, no hemaphone Make sure your money match a mouth before you ever talk at me And if you want me to pull up Just know I'ma need a feet (yah!) Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch Like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah) Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy Hit my phone up for a quickie, no shade but I'm picky Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it I be rolling tropical weed up I be on a flight with my feet up I get on the track and I eat it up Get her in the bed, I beat it up Bang, I get the bitch and I change her Got you bringing weed on the plane Everywhere, they throwing up gang (hahahaha) Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, He ain't rich enough, rich enough (ah, no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah) Oh My God Biggest bitch ever!

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Let me beat it up like Jaegen (oh yeah) I need to know what makes you horny Need you in my life in case you didn't know So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen Mi want a, rock star like Madonna Pretty like Soshanna and Tianna Gyal where ya deh mi can't see ya She wanna rock the boat like Aaliyah I need ya motion to feel like the ocean Wrap ya lips 'round me like ya smokin' And you ask why I never show emotion I lost too many friends to the bullshit But them can't catch me slipping man me focus Used to being hopeless but now dem can't miss me dem notice Them can't hold this, waste yutes Bogus, preeing my ting must've joke this Just, build a vibe, gyal when ya wine, my hand up ya thigh ya ya And it aint no surprise, when I'm inside, tears down ya eye ya ya So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen Baby me love when you bruk it off Love when you get high for me Gyal me say ya body hot Ah you me make light the weed Baby me love when ya bend over bad like me Range Rover Call one of ya friends over, fuck when we frost 'til we get sober Bathe then we start over naa carry no bad odour Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (baby) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (oh yeah) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (mmm) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen You got a man but you messing with the wrong one When I ask you about your day, you had a long one Them other dudes try impress you, you running from them Soon as I send my location you wanna come there Yeah, yeah, you rolling with a real player Yeah, yeah, we private when we in the air Yeah, yeah, you say you never felt this 'Cause I can give you more then a little bit Got you begging for more when you feelin' it Screaming out to the lord when I'm killing it Baby I been on my grind, I been getting rich You should roll with me and enjoy all the benefits Little of this, little of that Leave with me once, ain't coming back You with a real nigga, baby that's a fact And when I hit it throw it back So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body Gyal ya pretty like money, hot skull Love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen

(21, pussy, pussy) shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Pussy, pussy) Ice cream ass niggas (ay, ay) I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games bitch we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred nigga I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Ayy, big dawg Savage (21) Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (on God) Ratchet bitch while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (straight up) Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21) My model bitch be smokin' all the woods, she from Cali' (21) In my Tesla Roadster (21) My pistol out the holster (On God) I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (facts) Opps want promotion (pussy) We put 'em on a poster (pussy) I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pussy) My watch ten bricks (god shit) Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21) Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21) Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21) Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

(That's what I thought you said) (Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal) Ayy, ayy, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang They say, "Lil' Nahmir, where you been at?" I'm just passin' a breeze I been runnin' up a check, that's why these bitches on me I been coolin', layin' low, but I'm not takin' a seat (Izak made this one) But just know a nigga back and this time I won't leave I been runnin', runnin', runnin', gotta check me a bag I got hunnids on my neck and I got Trues on my ass Niggas said I'm goin' broke, well, I just take it and laugh I be speedin' in that foreign with Five-O on my ass But I'm that nigga, I won't ever change, rubbin' off the paint Smokin' dank, got a Uzi in my lap, I let it bang Free Lil Tay, know he keep a 'K, but he not Tay-K I up the chop and let it blow him, watch this bitch heat his face, I'm that nigga And all my young niggas pullin' triggers, we gorillas We let this bitch off until you feel us, for you niggas That's always on IG with them yiggies, takin' pictures Is you really gon' use 'em or you just loafin' for them bitches? You niggas really hoes and you be actin' like these bitches You niggas say y'all silent, but y'all probably in there snitchin' Most the niggas that's around me throwin' C's like they Crippin' But they do it for the twins, free Lil Corey and Lil Christian But I'm rockin' with my shooters and that's mandatory One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch, I keep a .40 You say I'm lackin', nigga, try me, shoot you and your shorty I'm cookin' up in the lab, like I'm Rick and Morty 40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta Hit a opp up, dreads swangin' just like I'm a Rasta Smokin' ganja and I'm zooted, walkin' in my Pradas Any nigga test my gangsta, nigga, I'ma pop 'em And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck niggas It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck, nigga Niggas dissin' on Lil Valley, he get slumped, nigga We shoot his body, then we lay him in that trunk, nigga I'm one-hundo, bitch, that's on my life, I will never fold A nigga speakin' on Lil Quay, well, then, that nigga gotta go I'm really small, but I can fight, but I'ma still up that pole For you niggas think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show me, ho Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit I'm really rappin' 'bout this fuckin' life that I fuckin' live But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends But if it's money near your head, well, I'ma fuckin' get it, man Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

All these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Ice cream ass niggas) Ayy I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say, say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with 44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A, I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us

Say I was broke, now that lil' boy up now All the girls, they gon' flock when I touch down (Gang) Flip guns, so I'm gettin' hella bucks now No 'lil Jeep but this watch got me bussed down Two cups, I pass it to my lil' bro I'm the plug so a nigga got two phones I got clout, so it's meadow I can't move wrong I made my time, lil' bitch, it's been too long Ayy, baby bring it back for a real peep I ain't ever run from shit, I'ma real G (On my momma) Say this rapper shit gon' work, and it saved me (Gang) Got the .40 in my bubble like I'm JAY-Z (Graa-bow-bow-bow-bow) Say I'm smooth, but I bounce out real quick (Real quick, ayy) A nigga play with me, he catch two clips (Gang) Ayy, Dani in the cut, she say "Hi Bich" (She say "Hi Bich") If you talkin' to the feds you gon' die, bitch (Gang) That's on my momma, on my momma, like I'm TO (Like I'm TO) I'm the man with them bands, I got big rolls (Gang) And I'm still screamin' free my nigga, Cheeso (Free my niggas) I'ma scream until they let my nigga leave home Spaz, all my niggas gon' spaz (They gon' spaz) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass (Graa-bow-bow-bow) Nigga hop out and spaz (Nigga hop out) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) Yeah we hop out and spaz (We gon' hop out) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass We gon' hop out and spaz We gon' hop out and spaz nigga (Ayy) They said I only get 15 and then I'm over (Still here bitch!) It's been a year and a half, and bitch, I'm still goin' It's been a mill and a half, and I'm still blowin' (Goin') Got a guard on my left, but I'm still towin' Never been a bitch (No!) Will never be no snitch (Never!) If I don't like a bitch, she better duck and dip (Bye bitch!) On probation but I'm still 'bout dat life ('Bout dat shit) Left that Uzi but I still got dat knife (I'll cut a bitch) Stevie Wonder I got bitches on sight (They on sight) Wanna pic just to boost up your likes (You want some clout bitch) You can't read, tellin' me I don't write Call Nahmir, he gon' end your whole life (Bitch I'm done) Run it up, run it up, run that check up lil' bitch Count it up, count it up count yo checks up lil' bitch Hunnids up bet you won't I said "Fuck you lil' bitch, Fuck you lil' bitch ayy" (Fuck you lil' bitch ayy) Spaz, all my niggas gon' spaz (They gon' spaz) Whole clip on yo ass Whole clip on yo ass (Graa-bow-bow-bow) Nigga hop out and spaz (Nigga hop out) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) We gon' hop out and spaz (Ayy) Say we hop out and spaz (We gon' hop out) Whole clique on yo ass Whole clique on yo ass (Yo ass) Bitch we hop out and spaz (Hop out and spaz) We gon' hop out and spaz lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)

Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak up, no, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy I just turn my speakers up, huh I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy And I'm still poppin' these percs Lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh I might fuck that lil' hoe if she freak enough, ayy Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Yeah, ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Yeah, ayy, ayy) Now I grind for that money, I got that green, yeah I'm grindin' for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah I run off with your honey, she off the bean, yeah She wanna stay the week I make her leave now, ayy Get higher, yeah, on the West side, yeah All my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here I put some money off to the side, yeah Take a ride with me, yeah Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah (Ayy) If it ain't 'bout the money (Ayy) (Grra!) One day they caught me loafin' after droppin' off my bitch They sent a couple shots but I'm just glad that nigga missed Ducked down and started clapping, tried to flip that hoe, whip But I would rather take a life before my my mama see me stiff (Ayy, that's on my mama) So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad that nigga livin' Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin' I was cooling out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, hey, yeah Dollar signs all I see If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah If it ain't 'bout the money