I get the bag imma split it
Run up my cash yea I run up my digits
Brodie gon spin like a fidget
My money tall while your money is midget
I can't believe that I made it
Wicks on my head
But I'm not a Haitian
I got some water, hydration
Might take a trip to Paris for vacation
Might take a trip to Paris for vacation
She call me a jerk
She don't know I'm Jamaican
You can do anything
Brodie life's what you make it
If you keep on working
One day you gon make it
We all gon get rich
Man we have to be patient

(Yea, Yea, Yea)
If you find that your feelings are falling apart
Than you gotta admit it ain't love from the start
Yea I'm up in the store and I'm whipping the cart
I don't talk to that girl she a simp just like Bart
You know brothers fall out man it tear me apart
And I'm up in the car and the roof it got stars
And they can't take me down cause I'm moving to smart
And I'm up in the Stu dropping bars like a chart

(Yea, Aye)

I'm up in the Stu dropping bars like a chart
Looking back yeah we made it
Yea I know that god saved me
Looking at all the blessing in life and I'm tryna count it up daily
Posted up with the crew
You know I'm smooth
I never lose yeah
Spitting fire in the booth
Drop top it's a coupe
But I ain't really lame switching
I ain't never switch the game nothing
I ain't tripping bout the fame
But you know my name
Cause I hit the game winner
And the gang finna
Slide on you
Same winter still cold outside
Same venom
Feeling like 24
Who that boy
Better not play with him

Like who that boy
Better not play with him
You know the Bible
Yeah it stay with em
He cookin' it up
He filay with em
He walk through the door
Got the gang with him