In the booth with my nigga Reesey man 'Bout ten thousand on me, ten thousand right now Smell that money man Let's get it! Bitches only the family So much drugs I need cancer (let's get it) Niggas' bitches actin' like trannies (pussy) Only scammers and the bandits (come on) And my rollie like a trophy, I used to live with my granny I'ma always trick a bitch out of panties (panty) I'ma always trick a bitch to do xannies (gang) I done got head in a yacht in Miami The nigga be broke and try to voice their opinion (for real) Police niggas be workin', tell them niggas it ain't worth it (worth it) Told the bitch ain't perfect, I can get her a Burkin (Burkin) Told her she can't get nowhere when I'm goin' on the perkys (Turn up) Run up on 'em, scooter scoom Run up on 'em, booma boom (rrah) Choppa shells goin' through I'm the shit, number two (yeah) Niggas got comfortable, finesse goin' through the roof (pussy) And she know I fuck with you, she don't know I'm fuckin' you Let's get this money, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't chasin' no check, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You don't got respect, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't made like that, fuck that shit I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit I'ma get right back, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't suckin' no dick, bitch I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't hit no licks, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You weren't raised like this, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit From the land to the weak, got alot of sticks From the land to the weak, did alot of shit That nigga might snitch, so we watch him close and shit Get close and shit, FN might expose some shit All that hatin' and shit you thought a nigga ain't notice it Don't think we loafin' you know a nigga totin' Smokin' no chokin', 120 on the E-way I'm ridin' and smokin', tryna stay focused Btiches naggin', in scene jeans when I'm saggin' Yes I got it I pull my Glocks in fashion Uh, huh, get them digits Uh, huh, don't chase no bitches Uh, huh, play with chickens Uh, huh, them ain't my niggas Let's get this money, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't chasin' no check, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You don't got respect, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't made like that, fuck that shit I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit I'ma get right back, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't suckin' no dick, bitch I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit You ain't hit no licks, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit You weren't raised like this, fuck that shit Fuck that shit, fuck that shit

Cut the fan on, bih (Uno got the streets goin' crazy) (Double-O, lil' baby) cut the fan on You only get so old in the streets (so old) And will you make it out it? It's a hit or miss A lot of people they be ridin' just for benefits (benefits) I spit this shit right from my eyes, I already witnessed it I ain't even tryna waste no time, I already experienced this (I know) But question is, who really grindin' to be really rich? (Question) Showin' no pity, they ain't acknowledge my feelings (you know) Yeah, had a show in my city, already know that I slid (you know) Knowin' I'm with it, you can't even name a time I was slippin' (yeah) And no matter right or wrong, they gon' slide 'bout the kid I heard money bring problems, but it solve it as well (as well) I ain't want no clientele, was scared my clients'd tell (tell) I be hangin' with these trappers and these robbers for real (for real) My nigga trapped out on his birthday, I damn near bought him a bale (a bale) Say put the booth over in the streets, you can't get caught in the well (nah) Watch how you prosper, lil' nigga, you put your all in yourself (yeah) Two drums look like Mickey Mouse the bottom of my gun (bottom of my gun) I don't give a fuck who say it's smoke, was never taught to run (never taught to run) I got snakes on my Gucci collar, shaved the whole lawn Find it crazy how we started, now I don't fuck with both 'em (both 'em) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (uh) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (we be on that) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too Say smoke, but when I ask, it's, "What's the issue?" (Huh?) Don't let me catch you, make your people miss you Glock with the switch, it's gon' be hard to miss you Cut the fan, I'm on fire, I fucked up the igloo Said her friend wanna ménage, then she can get the business too Back then, committin' crimes, I ain't have shit to get into Playin', little league, I was in the streets gettin' physical Ain't no intercept, go Randy Moss (Cut the fan on) The opps, they so desperate in this game, might kill the ref (kill the ref) I thought I overcame the streets, I still can't get enough On your side, it wasn't sunny, I just knew it was a bluff Time to ride, tail-tuckin', I ain't know that's what it was (know that's what it was) And my time steady tickin', tried to tell y'all I'm the bomb (tell y'all I'm the bomb) But that's somethin' you should know 'cause they labelled me a threat I brought my gun in the show, I feel I need it everywhere (need it everywhere) Won't let nobody steal, yeah, we gon' stretch 'em (stretch) I do right by all my people, I gotta help them (I gotta help them) And yeah, we do this shit here on the regular (on the regular) Say we run down with glizzys, no Berettas (Berettas) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (too) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (shit) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (yeah, we be on that) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too (just trust me) Yeah, we be on that fuck shit too