(Run that money counter baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Last night I didn't come home, my bitch probably think I was cheatin'
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes (no hoes), I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
They tryna ride my wave (ride my wave), I had to switch it up (switch it up)
They tryna ride in my lane (ride in my lane), I had to buck a left (buck a left)
I had to cut off my feet to save myself
Stayed down and went and raised my wealth
We was waitin' on the mailman, we had to track it, he had the package
Soon as we get it the pack in, 30 minutes later racks in
Thousand-dollar belt for my pants
Ridin' round beatin', I'm the man
I can get them bags on demand
Count the money fast with my hands
Shooters they gon' shoot on my command
Got these bands, dawg
Hope out and go get it forreal, I went and got it forreal (yeah, yeah)
They tryna tell me to chill, this just the way that I live (yeah, yeah)
I be on syrup forreal, I just keep buyin' these seals (yeah, yeah)
I know I'm never gon' squeal, I give a damn how they feel (yeah, yeah)
Baby Jace, sittin' next to me on the roads to riches, yeah, yeah
Lil Dee, sittin' next to me on the road to riches, yeah, yeah
DT ridin' shotgun on the road to riches, yeah, yeah
They tryna ride my wave (ride), they tryna ride my wave
Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
Last night I didn't come home my bitch probably think I was cheating (no)
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes (no), I been on some other shit (yeah)
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
I just got a call from my dawg, he just came home
Told me that he got out on his dick so I'ma put him on
Couple niggas talkin' flaw, they all sing the same songs
Get a nigga left on the yard for a cellphone
I got some young niggas ready to crash out
I had a thousand pounds at the stash spot
And I'ma hold it down for the have-nots
I still remember times I ain't have nothing
I ain't no greedy nigga, you can have some
All of my niggas eatin', go and ask 'em
They don't want no smoke, they got asthma
Bitch, I'm a street nigga, I ain't no rapper
They should put me on a runway (runway), drippin' like a sundae
Make yo' bitch see how this dick taste, a million off a mixtape
Niggas hate but I just dictate
I control the shots (yeah)
Boy, I control the block (control the block)
Boy, I control that rock (control that rock)
You gon' need a way bigger surfboard (surfboard)
Got a lot of money but I want more (want more)
Go and get that paper, ain't have no choice (no choice)
My son gon' be a boss 'cause he's my first born (first born)
Last night I didn't come my bitch probably think I was cheatin'
She don't even know, I was sleepin' on the low
Ain't got time for no hoes, I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
They tryna ride my wave (ride my wave), I had to switch it up (switch it up)
They tryna ride in my lane (ride in my lane), I had to buck a left (buck a left)
Ain't got time for no hoes (no hoes), I been on some other shit
Tryna get my mother rich, tryna get my brothers rich
