Rollie on my finger (Rollie, Rollie) Patek on my neck (My neck, my neck) Necklace on my shin bone, get gone Yeah, woo (Yeah) I don't love these lame hoes All I want is my girl I can't believe they all the same, no All I want is my girl, I All I want, ooh, all what I want All I want, ooh, all what I want Oh, all I want is my girl, I All I want, ooh, all what I want All I want, ooh, all what I want Oh, all I want is my girl, I Yeah, yeah Big ol' booty droppin' (Droppin') Smile that can kill (Ooh) I'm not cappin', baby (Baby) I'm being real (Ooh) You get presents for your presence (Presence) How does it feel? (Feel) We gon' make beautiful music (Yeah) Sign record deals Yeah, Lambo' in your driveway (Driveway) Gucci on your body (Yeah) Stuntin' on these bitches (Bitches) Pull up to the party (Yeah) That Lambo' gettin' boring Go and cop that new Ferrari (Yeah) Ooh, I need your love I can't do nothing without it I don't love these lame hoes All I want is my girl I can't believe they all the same, no All I want is my girl, I All I want, ooh, all what I want All I want, ooh, all what I want Oh, all I want is my girl, I All I want, ooh, all what I want All I want, ooh, all what I want Oh, all I want is my girl, I Yeah, if you in here with your girl sing This shit here with me, dog All I want is my girl, I Put your hands in the air, baby You deserve applause All I want is my girl, I Yeah, all I want, my shawty Yeah, she know the deal Bet she always call me and my girl She keep it real If I go through struggle, yeah She know just how I feel Loving when we fucking 'Cause she know I wanna kill I been on the hustle I'm just tryna eat these mills Yeah, I really came from nothing You was with me when I fell I ain't never know you loved me And I hurt you, I ain't tell I ain't never know you loved me, girl I'm sorry 'cause I failed Yeah, trap, yeah For you I get them racks, yeah Flippin' and gettin' it back, yeah For you, I spend the bag, yeah Girl, you know I tried, yeah For you, I do the dash, yeah Money we gettin' it back, yeah Lovin' you 'til I can't, ya ya I don't love these lame hoes All I want is my girl I can't believe they all the same, no All I want is my girl, I All I want, ooh, all what I want All I want, ooh, all what I want Oh, all I want is my girl, I All I want, ooh, all what I want All I want, ooh, all what I want Oh, all I want is my girl, I All I want is my girl, I All I want is my girl

Ayy, get my guap, ayy (Jay) Get my guap, ayy (Cameron) Get my— Get my guap up and down I get chips like Frito Lay Fuck on that bitch, she in love, I just bust Hop out the Wraith just to start up my day Diamonds, they hit, smokin' kill from the skunk Copped me a chain so you know I get paid Pockets on paid, I'm equipped with a snub Fuck I need love for? I copped me a safe Fuck I need love for? I copped me a— Uh Fuck I need love for? I copped me a safe I told my mama one day I'd get paid Niggas is mad 'cause I'm stackin' up G's Fuck I need love for? I copped me a— Uh Fuck I need love for? I copped me a safe I told my mama one day I'd get paid Niggas is mad 'cause I'm stackin' up G's I told my mama one day I'd get paid She takin' trips when it's cold in the winter Daddy gon' smile while I hop out the rental I pray for my sins, asking God to forgive 'em I chase the chips all I want, Frito Lay I pull the flip while it's out of the rental All for the guala, it's only the guala I swear shit is stuck up all up in my mental All that I want, man, I swear is the commas Watch for the problems 'cause niggas is snakes I switch up on 'em like bad revolvers Run for the commas so niggas get paid Visions is true, man, I swear I'm just honest How can I lose, man? I swear, niggas fake Visions is true, man, I swear I'm a problem myself With the guala I stack, Frito Lay I don't get fucked by no problem I'm focused on commas, you see I'm just tryna get paid I was just all on the block, I was posted Was stuck, I was prayin' I'd live better days Niggas is hatin' up on me, them diamonds is on me It's glitter, I shine like the ray Niggas is hatin' up on me, them diamonds is on me Got hundred stacks stacked in the safe, bitch Get my guap up and down I get chips like Frito Lay Fuck on that bitch, she in love, I just bust Hop out the Wraith just to start up my day Diamonds, they hit, smokin' kill from the skunk Copped me a chain so you know I get paid Pockets on paid, I'm equipped with a snub Fuck I need love for? I copped me a safe Fuck I need love for? I copped me a— Uh Fuck I need love for? I copped me a safe I told my mama one day I'd get paid Niggas is mad 'cause I'm stackin' up G's Fuck I need love for? I copped me a— Uh Fuck I need love for? I copped me a safe I told my mama one day I'd get paid Niggas is mad 'cause I'm stackin' up G's Fuck I need love for? A nigga get— Uh Fuck I need love for? A nigga get paid Lil' mama love when her chips hit the bank And then I went and I flooded the face They was frontin' on me, I had no money Yeah, but that was just back in the day I swear, I'm runnin' laps around these niggas And they just been runnin' around in a maze I'm hoppin' out of the Bentley With all of my diamonds on me now she lookin' amazed Ain't got a bag, tell her get out the way My bitch a boss and she whippin' a Range Give her the dick and she just want a taste Ride with the clip, you get hit with the pain They throwin' shots but they ain't got no aim Ain't had a ho since a nigga had AIM Ayy, bro, we sendin' out packs like it's AOL He got locked with the shit but he made the bail You got locked with the shit and you made a tell Keep the fake, free the real ones about to sell And she on me 'cause my name is ringin' bells Shawty a freak and she great with the face I get the chips, gettin' my Frito Lay Ain't doin' shit 'til the bag on the way Get my guap up and down I get chips like Frito Lay Fuck on that bitch, she in love, I just bust Hop out the Wraith just to start up my day Diamonds, they hit, smokin' kill from the skunk Copped me a chain so you know I get paid Pockets on paid, I'm equipped with a snub

Yeah (yeah) Oh, yeah Young hitta on the block, I was trappin' Young hitta on the block, I was trappin' Young nigga on the block, I was trappin' Ayy, young nigga on the block, I was trappin' Different type of nigga, I was never with the actin' Glizzy on my hip, and I ain't tryna make it happen Niggas always talkin', but I'm focused on the action When they come the money, shit, it turn you to a savage When they come the money, nigga say you switched from average Focused what I'm livin', I can't switch up what the bag did Focused what I'm livin', rockin' foreign shit, Italian What you know 'bout struggle? Flippin' words and make it happen Stuck up on the block, I had my brothers with me trappin' Niggas tried to hate and said I couldn't make it happen Now I'm gettin' money, fill the duffel with the racks, and Now I'm gettin' money, fill the duffel, let the racks build Work until I get it, always knew I make it happen Work until I get it, I'm a guala, I be trappin' Tell 'em we the best and I'ma live it like a captain, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Grind 'til I'm gone, yeah Hood I put on, yeah This weed is so strong, yeah I grind 'til I'm gone, yeah Grind 'til I'm gone, yeah My hood I put on, yeah This weed is so strong, yeah I grind 'til I'm gone, yeah Young nigga on the block, I was trappin' Tryna stack this money, man, I had to make it happen Flippin' all this work, I had to re-up, make the bag flip Smokin' all this dope, to make me ease up off that action When it come to money, shit it turn them to a savage When it come to money, separated from the average Tryna live it lovely, but I'm caught up in this trappin' Bimmer, push to start, my diamonds hittin' while I'm passin' Smokin' all this dope, it got me thinkin', "How I land here?" I ain't never love, 'cause honestly, I never played fair All up through the struggles, honestly, I had to stay clear Why you hatin' on me in my hood? I cannot stay there Tryna live a lovely life, I live it, have sustain there Thousands all up on me, plottin' millions, seen the safe there Money all I want, and for that green you see I raced there Life I live is lovely, for this green you see I'm chasin', yeah Grind 'til I'm gone, yeah Hood I put on, yeah This weed is so strong, yeah I grind 'til I'm gone, yeah Grind 'til I'm gone, yeah My hood I put on, yeah This weed is so strong, yeah I grind 'til I'm gone, yeah I shared so much tears inside, but I ain't ever cry, though We on the VIP side, we got a hundred bottles I'm screamin', "Free my brother Blood, free my cousin Manu" I keep the Glizzy in the club, and I ain't ever shot though I let it off in H-Town, sprayin' fully auto I swear that I ain't ever tell, but I prolly lie, though They gon' send me right to jail if they knew what I knew God'll send me right to Hell if he knew what I know These candles on me, they burnin' Cameras on me keep turnin' Been through the worst, ain't gon' lie, this shit be hurtin' I'm tryna turn my life right 'round This fame be gettin' to my brain, I'm puttin' this mic right down This shit flaw, this shit creep In these city streets, ten toes deep, they try to sneak me I'm just tryna eat, and keep it G, they don't wanna see me I grind 'til I'm gone, yeah Hood I put on, yeah This weed is so strong, yeah I grind 'til I'm gone, yeah Grind 'til I'm gone, yeah My hood I put on, yeah This weed is so strong, yeah I grind 'til I'm gone, yeah

Yeah, I really run it up Yeah, I really run it up Yeah, I really run it up Yeah, I really run it up Listen up, pluto (listen up, pluto) I really run it up Yeah, ain't play no games with this shit I got that worker from Polo then hit up my guala Then told him we made for this shit Niggas stay working for commas, we stack up them guala See, I put my name on this shit Flipp with that smoke on that gonja I built for the commas See, I put my name on this shit Hold up, you (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I- I really run it up, baby If the topic is money, I'm coming up She gon' talk to her pa without coming up I'm the man in the front, you the runner-up Really don't give a fuck, yeah How I move, way I talk, they try pick it up I can call when I want, she be pickin' up Niggas bitchin' they really be switching up Can't play no game, I got too much to lose Want me to follow, I got somethin' to prove Really still with no trace, I won't leave 'em a clue And the truck it came red and I painted it blue If it's me and my shorty, we hop in the coupe My lil' youngins go crazy, they lovin' the crew He handle business, can't wait to recoup Pop me a Addy, try make me a movie I can't stand still when my diamonds keep moving Gave all my heart, tryna guide 'em to do it Got partners who gon' try to guide 'em with music Lil bro don't play 'round, if he got it, he use it Go against us niggas, gotta be stupid Ride 'round with the stick, how I gotta be movin' Everyday lit how them commas be moving This shit we'd be doing inside of a movie I really run it up Yeah, ain't play no games with this shit I got that worker from Polo then hit up my guala Then told him we made for this shit Niggas stay working for commas, we stack up them guala See, I put my name on this shit Flipp with that smoke on that gonja I built for the commas See, I put my name on this shit Hold up, you (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch- Hold up, you (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I- Rollie don't tick but it got big rocks Bands in the whip, do the dash from the cops Chains looking bliss, with the pole on my hip Let me go, I'm equipped, but don't bang with the opps (Ooh) Pain to regret, but it's more than I get Really made for this shit, money made, it don't stop Say heaven sent, I was made for the flip I was made for this shit and I bang for the block Beemer, the Jag, and the Benz on the lot Went and copped me a crib just to park all the drop Fuck do you mean? I was lost in the drought (Ayy Got the bag comin' in 'til the stars in our mouth (What?) Money comin' in, so you know a nigga goin' Dyin' with a flip, so you know a nigga throw it Style ever since, in the game 'I'ma I get Got no time for shit Get the bag and you know it, bitch I really run it up Yeah, ain't play no games with this shit I got that worker from Polo then hit up my guala Then told him we made for this shit Niggas stay working for commas, we stack up them guala See, I put my name on this shit Flipp with that smoke on that gonja I bang for the commas See, I put my name on this shit Hold up, you (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch- Hold up, you, yeah You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch how I move (yeah) You say they watch

Rich One more time, yeah, ayy How you get money? How you get money? I keep a blunt of the loud and I'm (Stardustszn), ayy, yeah How you get money? (Ayy, skrrt) I keep a blunt of the loud and I'm smokin' on dope like it's nothin' My diamonds bussin' She like the way that I dress So you know that she fuckin', she bussin' I'm never frontin' (Ayy) We makin' plays with the shit (Ayy) Never play with the shit (What?) Man I'm thumbin' (Ayy, ayy, uh) Turn in to something (Ayy, ayy, uh) I'll bend the block in the drop Gettin' cash (Ayy, ayy, uh), and you know I be stuntin', yeah I'ma get rich today (Yeah) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, bitch) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrrt) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Racks, bitch) I said I'ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrrt, skrrt) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Yeah) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy) I pull up, I'm keeping the mask on You know it's a stick up, remember them days I was stuck? I'm that nigga they passed on (Skrrt, skrrt) Now I step when I walk, get the cash call (Ha) Got the whip and I'm pullin' a fast one How the fuck he go get it? They said I was trippin' No wonder them niggas got laughed on Concentrate when I thumb through the bag, holmes (Yeah, ayy) Now I'm gettin' racks, 'bout 40,000 a show (Uh) I got 42 thou' on my neck The fuck who gon' stop me? (Bitch) I've been on this shit Sippin' lean, movin' slow, for the bag, I'ma jet So what you gon' tell me you know 'bout the racks? Say, "Young nigga, spend it, then get this shit back" (Ayy, ayy) I said that I got this shit off for my gualas (Yeah, yeah) They call me young Pablo, they see I connect (Gang, gang, gang) Fuck niggas plottin', these fuckin' niggas watchin' This 30 clip buck when I'm poppin' out 'Cause I'm gettin' this money, I'm all in my bag And I swear it ain't nothin' to talk about (Talk about) You ain't gang, you can't step when I'm walkin' out (Walkin' out) Keep that thang with the flame when I'm walkin' out (Walkin' out) Tell my driver to pull up and park by the exit The work in that comfort zone, I'm walkin' out (Skrrt, skrrt) Been on my lonely, it's all for the guala I swore on the commas I'd stack up the G's (Ayy, ayy) Do for my mama, my brothers, my family I'm in the trenches, I wanna live easy I just want live in this life, gotta pay up the price Just to do what I want when I please Pull off in Lambos and Beamers, that shit that go fast And I'm pullin' up off of the scene (Ayy, ayy) I'ma get rich today (Yeah) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, bitch) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrrt) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Racks, bitch) I said I'ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrrt, skrrt) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Yeah) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy) I'ma get rich today (Yeah) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, bitch) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrrt) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Racks, bitch) I said I'ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrrt, skrrt) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Yeah) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy) They say my pockets just look a lil' bigger I'm gettin' racks, that young nigga figure Came from the hood where I been and attended They hate me or love me, I still up and get it Livin' this life like this shit is a mission The fuck you gon' tell me? You fuck niggas trippin' (Yeah) I get the bag and I peep my own vision And I do the dash and you know I go missin' I'm popping tags, yeah, I feel like the man Money Mitch In the streets what they talk about? Said I have 'bout 350 in 50s and hunnids See, this be that shit I can't talk about Got the Glizzy on me and the XD on me Make these fuck niggas park when I'm on the roll Nigga came up from nothin', my diamonds be bussin' They slip and then say shit they talk about, ayy I'ma get rich today (Yeah) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, bitch) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrrt) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Racks, bitch) I said I'ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrrt, skrrt) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Yeah) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy) I'ma get rich today (Yeah) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Racks, bitch) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrrt) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Racks, bitch) I said I'ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy) I just want Hennessy, I want the racks (Skrrt, skrrt) VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Yeah) Got 50 racks tucked in the back (Yeah)