Sick of these lame-ass niggas (BandPlay) Ayy, I just want the money, fuck the fame and all that other shit Yeah, I made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks (Fah, fah) Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch I got a check and fucked it up, I did it for the fuck of it Ayy, I just want the money, fuck the fame and all that other shit Yeah, I made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks (Fa, fa, fa) Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch I got a check and fucked it up, I did it for the fuck of it (The fuck?) Can't take it with you, fuck that shit (Yeah), my nigga, fuck that shit (Yeah) I fuck it up (Yeah), and gеt that shit right back (Phew, phew), oh yeah, I lovе this shit (Yeah) Can't take it with you, fuck this shit (Yeah), my nigga, fuck that shit (Yeah) I fuck it up (Phew), and get that shit right back (Phew, phew), oh yeah, I love this shit (Love) I hate what I love cause sometimes I love that shit too much Prime example, you can take a look at what's up in my cup Real nigga, give you anything, but still don't give a fuck Rich nigga, I get what I want, these niggas don't want nothing How the hell you hanging with the opps and tryna hang with us? Cutthroat La Familia, all my niggas down to slice you up Turn nickels to millions, keep that blicky on me no matter what Ayy, get up out your feelings, nigga, and go and get a bag or something (The fuck?) Ayy (Nigga) Get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag or something (Yeah) What you sitting on your ass for, nigga? All this paper out here Ayy I just want the money, fuck the fame and all that other shit Yeah, I made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch I got a check and fucked it up, I did it for the fuck of it I'm sucker free, no sucker shit (Yeah), ain't on no sucker shit I'm rocking blue diamonds, smoking Gelato like my brother, bitch They say if it don't make no money, then it don't make no sense Well, I been making so much damn money, it don't make no sense Yeah, ayy (Let's go) I'm rocking blue diamonds, smoking Gelato like my brother, bitch I'm rocking blue diamonds, smoking Gelato like my brother, bitch I just want the money, fuck the fame and all that other shit Yeah, I made a couple million, still ride with a couple sticks Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch I got a check and fucked it up, I did it for the fuck of it Can't take it with you, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit (Fuck that shit) Ayy, can't take it with you, fuck that shit (Yeah), my nigga, fuck that shit (Fuck that shit) I'ma spend that shit, nigga, 'til my heart pumps On God Yeah

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

Nigga, fuck the opps, we the opps Bitch ass niggas already know how we rockin' When we catch you, we gon' split your shit nigga (Hm-hm-hm) I'm on that opp shit, I'm on that fuck shit Eleven Oaks, got a cutter and he like to cut shit These pussy niggas on some other shit, I ain't the other bitch I'm on that reach out and go touch a bitch Step on his brother shit I'm on that dumb shit, you know that dumb shit Fuck her good, I give her dumb dick and make her cum quick Put that dick all in her stomach and now she runnin' They say they steppin', bitch, we stomp on shit They know who runnin' shit She suck my dick all on the highway, she did it sideways Bitch, don't pull up in my driveway, how you know where I stay? Striped bag wit' like five K's, don't come my way Drop a bag on your bitch ass 'fore anybody try Jay We gon' walk up on him, smoke his ass like marijuana We gon' hit him with that burner, fuck a warning (fuck a warning) I heard them pussy niggas in my city, why you hidin'? You lil' bitches know we with it When we catch you, you gon' get it (come here) Was catchin' plays, told em, "Pull up at the racetrack" Broad day, I'll push a nigga face back Ain't got no clippers but this bitch will push your fade back (bang) And if you with your bitch, we put a couple in her lace track (damn) Price is high, if you ain't know, that mean that bag talk (bag talk) Ah fuck just tryna knock your ass off (your ass off) This nigga pussy as a bitch, he like a Kash Doll Bitch, right now I'm feelin' just like Future, fuck it, Mask Off (dumb) I'm on that opp shit, I'm on that fuck shit Eleven Oaks, got a cutter and he like to cut shit These pussy niggas on some other shit, I ain't the other bitch I'm on that reach out and go touch a bitch (oh-oh) Step on his brother shit I'm on that dumb shit, you know that dumb shit (ooh-ooh-oh) Fuck her good, I give her dumb dick and make her cum quick (oh-ooh-oh-oh) Put that dick all in her stomach and now she runnin' They say they steppin', bitch, we stomp on shit They know who runnin' shit

I put my life in a verse so they listen I jumped in head first, I ain't panic Sometimes when I'm geeked, pop a Perky when I'm landing They see all these racks, ain't put in work but wanna spend it Know a boss could take a loss, but I be hating to lose I fall back man, I got 10K in the booth Do this for my lil' son, I'm gone make it for you Like a chef to the table, I be bringing the food Care how far where you are, I'm gone make it to you I told momma dye her hair 'cause no more grey's coming through Never thought I reroute and that's crazy to you 'Cause it was crazy to me how I was crazy for you Now I'm on to better things Pop shit, I'm sizzling Young nigga came from nothing Now I own everything, everything And I'm tryna shop what you got Everything, everything Still be asking God, why? He let it rain everyday I put my life in a verse so they listen I jumped in head first, I ain't panic Sometimes when I'm geeked, pop a Perky when I'm landing They see all these racks, ain't put in work but wanna spend it Know a boss could take a loss, but I be hating to lose I fall back man, I got 10K in the booth Do this for my lil' son, I'm gone make it for you Like a chef to the table, I be bringing the food Yo, Momma, I'm sorry, know you don't like I keep the flair with me Just bear with me, I get caught lacking, ain't no sparing me Hoe can't no wedding ring, ain't no forever we 4-Trey 8, I still be in the hills like it's Beverly You see I'm tryna shine but look it's cloudy 'cause the rain here Got me writing letters to the rain, I'm like rain deer I meant, dear rain, you know what I'm saying, it's the same shit I go away to make the pain clear, done took off in a spaceship I put my life in a verse so they listen I jumped in head first, I ain't panic Sometimes when I'm geeked, pop a Perky when I'm landing They see all these racks, ain't put in work but wanna spend it Know a boss could take a loss, but I be hating to lose I fall back man, I got 10K in the booth Do this for my lil' son, I'm gone make it for you Like a chef to the table, I be bringing the food

Ayy If you ain't got no cake, then that ho ain't gon' listen Everything change when you get some change, Everything go different (I just got That Runtz, Runtz pack got my eyes low) Everything that they say that I can't, did it If you got dawgs in the gate, send it Niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, roll up, hit it My price for a show goin' up, ceiling If you ain't got cake, then she ain't gon' listen When you gettin' change, everything go different Hate bein' down, I couldn't wait to be winnin' I been 'bout my grind, I ain't makin' no limits I don't even wait, I be chasin' the millions (Chasin' the millions) Yeah, please record me, I ain't finished (I ain't finished) Can you record me for a lil' minute? (For a lil' minute) Yeah, if she want Dior, she can get it (Dior, she can get it) Swing sticks in the field, we ain't got no inning (Got no inning) And I'm playin' with these bands and They not gon' finish (Not gon' finish) I don't even plan on catchin' no feelings (Catchin' no feelings) One night, want you just for one If I do somethin' for you, did it just because Breakin' all these bitches' hearts just for fun Yeah, I make this music 'cause this somethin' that I love You ain't heard, that's how these niggas die, be actin' tough I'm the right one for it, everybody know it And gang gon' ride when it go down Tear the streets up, better know lil' Hot Got a stick every time that I ride by Got the grim reaper right here on my side He be ready to put a nigga in the sky I done got right, now you ready to ride I'm keepin' it real, I ain't tellin' you lies I cannot make this up, all this shit been on my mind I gave a lot of that shit up, I put so much on the line And I've been runnin' with the gang, don't care if they wrong or right I gotta keep a poker face, though I won, I still don't smile Everything that they say that I can't, did it If you got dawgs in the gate, send it Niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, roll up, hit it My price for a show goin' up, ceiling If you ain't got cake, then she ain't gon' listen When you gettin' change, everything go different Hate bein' down, I couldn't wait to be winnin' I been 'bout my grind, I ain't makin' no limits I don't even wait, I be chasin' the millions (Chasin' the millions) Yeah, please record me, I ain't finished (I ain't finished) Can you record me for a lil' minute? (For a lil' minute) Yeah, if she want Dior, she can get it (Dior, she can get it) Swing sticks in the field, we ain't got no inning (Got no inning) And I'm playin' with these bands and They not gon' finish (Not gon' finish) I don't even plan on catchin' no feelings (Catchin' no feelings) One night, want you just for one Oh, want you just for one Want you just for one night, ayy, I won't come back High speed on the jakes, get away with quickness Nah, babygirl, I ain't catchin' no sentence Everything that they say that I can't, did it If you got dawgs in the gate, send it Niggas talkin' 'bout smoke, roll up, hit it My price for a show goin' up, ceiling If you ain't got cake, then she ain't gon' listen When you gettin' change, everything go different Hate bein' down, I couldn't wait to be winnin' I been 'bout my grind, I ain't makin' no limits I don't even wait, I be chasin' the millions (Chasin' the millions) Yeah, please record me, I ain't finished (I ain't finished) Can you record me for a lil' minute? (For a lil' minute) Yeah, if she want Dior, she can get it (Dior, she can get it) Swing sticks in the field, we ain't got no inning (Got no inning) And I'm playin' with these bands and They not gon' finish (Not gon' finish) I don't even plan on catchin' no feelings (Catchin' no feelings) One night, want you just for one

(Trill, where the fuck you at?) Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream I guess it came true, now it's fuck up my jeans Did what I had to do, I'm fulfilling my needs Locked up, only place I was going was sleep Hot how you feel in that cell, that composition, notebook and that pen Nigga locked down, you ain't got no friends Nigga locked down, you ain't got no bitch They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands I cut my EM, come and catch me, you can't I told my momma, 'I ain't going to jail no more' And I did that shit again I feel them people don't want me to win I know where I been, I could never forget To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings And they don't want me in the wind Hotboii cinematic everything he shot gon' get premiered All I want, for niggas know not to play with me, I don't wanna be feared How you want smoke, but, you ain't got no funds All you do is post guns, that shit weird Runnin' with the K, lil' nigga, I could coach ya' Do it for the culture, cause I'm that real I had a dream like Luther Dreamed that I had ten hoes in my bed Dreamed I had caught a R.I.C.O. Dreamed I got away from them feds Long live the King of Illinois You can't say the 'V' without 'Roy' It feel like a dream without snoring Glock .23 don't mean Jordan See how I was venting It was just my pen and composition I didn't want to trust these women, following my intuition Bottled up my inner feelings, until I explode We got water bed for wet dreams, I don't want to be woke Just like Luther King, bitch, I had a dream I guess it came true, now it's fuck up my jeans Did what I had to do, I'm fulfilling my needs Locked up, only place I was going was sleep Hot how you feel in that cell, that composition, notebook and that pen Nigga locked down, you ain't got no friends Nigga locked down, you ain't got no bitch They tried to indict me, don't want me with bands I cut my EM, come and catch me, you can't I told my momma, 'I ain't going to jail no more' And I did that shit again I feel them people don't want me to win I know where I been, I could never forget To remind me, I take a look at my jit, spread my wings And they don't want me in the wind I be sipping, I don't get drunk no more I don't even be wantin' to give a fuck no more I be drinking out the bottle, like my cup was broke Got a crush on Parmesan, I can't love no 'ho Can't love no more I don't got love for most Heart so cold I don't got love for folk You already know it, you know