Great John on the beat, by the way Hol' on, look, huh She like, look "Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck" Hol' on "Baby what's your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag" Wait, huh She like, "Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya'— ehh" Hol' on Put it on her lip, take her on a trip We can't take no flicks, hol' on Buster, why you trippin'? I got thirty-three, no Scottie Pippen I got that, walk up on 'em, have 'em dippin' Got that machinery, no Planet Fitness Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh You could play the dummy, act like you don't know Get these bands stackin' from the floor He disrespect, leave him on the floor Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh Nigga who said we don't send shots at niggas? Like we don't bend blocks on niggas Come through, gang clearing them blocks on niggas Hol' on, huh She keep tryna hit my jack though Ass fat, get ya back broke But no, I don't cuff, baby that's a joke Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh She like, "Sheff, you movin' too reckless" Not your man, baby why you stressin'? I only make her pull up for the neckin' Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh Bitches love me, know that I'm a goon Used to dub a nigga up in school Now I bet she let me scoop it like a spoon Hol' on, huh, hol' on, huh He was flexin' on us, now we smokin' on 'em Said he miss his homie, then we send him to 'em He don't think we jokin', now we jokin' on 'em, like Hol' on, huh Me and bro, that's too much shots Me and gang, that's too much Glocks Niggas lyin', they spin no blocks Hol' on She like, look "Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck" Hol' on "Baby what's your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag" Wait, huh She like, "Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya'— ehh" Hol' on Put it on her lip, take her on a trip We can't take no flicks, hol' on She like, "Lemme touch your chain, lemme kiss your neck" I'm like, "Baby, baby what's your name, lemme get your tag" She like, "Maybe, only if you ballin' and you catchin' checks" (Hah) Brought her baddies on a jet (A jet) Brand new titties to invest, brand new Corvette She want the flooded Patek She wanna do the relaxin', do nothin' less (Hah) She wanna lay up at Saks I gotta get to a check, get to finesse (Go get to a check) I make a mess when I step $1,500 just to step, Louis the step No, you can't step with the vets Anybody wanna bet? It's me, Fivi', Sheff No, I ain't count it the best, but I swear to God we the best Kid do not test, you and your bro can get stretched You and your bro can get left, right on your steps Like, like we don't run down on niggas, front pound on niggas Put the money on a house on a nigga Re-route. then I'm out on niggas (Skrr) She thought she took me on her (Took me on her) I took the cookies, I'ma Cookie Monster She like, "Fivio come, lemme put it on ya" (Come lemme put it on ya) Swerve (Swerve. uh) Hittin' bitches with the curve (Uh) She hit me back with the, uh (Uh) So I know I hit a nerve (Uh, look, uh) Fivi Foreign with the A She listen to every single thing I say When she link me, she just wanna get laid When she go link you, she always wanna get paid (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Huh, yeah, son of a-(Son of a) She like Fivi (I'm like what?) "Why you don't move like you one of them?" (Uh, yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Like, "Why you not there when I pull up on son and 'em?" (Yeah, uh) 'Cause they wasn't there when I was comin' up (He get a) You can't get a, nah Huh, look (Yeah) I got a Spanish mami from Bronx She with her friends, so that's a Nicki Minaj, uh She like, look "Lemme see your chain, lemme kiss ya neck" Hol' on "Baby what's your name? We could play a game, lemme be ya rag" Wait, huh She like, "Lemme take a pic, lemme suck ya'- ehh" Hol' on Put it on her lip, take her on a trip We can't take no flicks, hol' on

I don't wanna brag too fast I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't want no looks from the side I don't fuck with crooked niggas With the side eye Money all it took for you to get in line Only in my circle is we splitting this pie And if you snooze You lose Don't hop up on the band wagon When it's in the news Go and play the tunes Like you pray to God Don't believe the lames because We know who we are Got a deal and it's on the real Straight to a billion from zero And that's word to Tío I only spit a hundred facts Not to make you feel bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too fast I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag on that ass I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag Look, now I gotta dash, niggas trash Why you getting mad, nigga get off your ass If I ever take her from you, you won't get her back Way before the COVID I was running round the city with a mask boy He bad, that nigga bad, every time she let me smash I make her do the splish splash Why I wanna win, I gotta work Look if I put in half Im get back what its worth If I go give my own I'm gonna get what I deserve If I give her to the streets, (to the what?) The streets know I had it first I gotta go, I gotta go, skrt skrt I gotta go, I gotta go, skrt skrt I don't need your lips saying when to go And I wouldn't do it even if you say so Caught 'em in my rear when I hit the road Uh It's gon' be my year baby If you ain't know And now the flames they wanna rush in Started a stream Now a bitch is straight flooding Cut off them lames Its nothing A little change got you envying something Seems so sad Think of the friends I had Ooh Won't rub it in baby Cuz I got class Don't wanna brag when I get the big bag Yuh I don't wanna brag too fast I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag on that ass I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag I don't wanna brag too bad I don't wanna brag when I get the big bag

Открой своё сердце, раскрой свою душу Я не бездушен, я безоружен Открой своё сердце, раскрой свою душу Я не бездушен, я безоружен В сердце мечта была быть с тобой Но мозг каждый день давал мне отбой Может быть, не мозг, может быть, судьба Значит, судьба к нашей любви строга Всё было хорошо до одного момента Теперь наша любовь — это всего лишь легенда Открой своё сердце, раскрой свою душу Я не бездушен, я безоружен Открой своё сердце, раскрой свою душу Я не бездушен, я безоружен Расстояние между нами десятки километров Оба желаем сблизиться ближе и меньше метра Что поделать в ситуации, когда превыше гордость? Когда и я упёрт в своё, в своё и ты уперта Я ведь вспоминаю наше время вместе Где признаюсь в любви, как будто бы своей невесте Бросаю я любимые гитарные аккорды Еду я к тебе ставить новые рекорды Открой своё сердце, раскрой свою душу Я не бездушен, я безоружен Открой своё сердце, раскрой свою душу Я не бездушен, я безоружен Открой своё сердце, раскрой свою душу Я не бездушен, я безоружен Я безоружен

I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift? I just wanna start so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like, "Please, she obsessed" Run off with a quarter, get stretched (Bah) I bought lawyers for all of my niggas Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no tip (At all), Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check (Yeah) Yeah, my last boy whacked that witnеss Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that Autographs, put a hunnid grams on that Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D Prolly on Dre if it ain't on mе Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught So I run with them young niggas y'all can't teach Dugg, shoot, fuck school Still get forty-six for my Blues '21 years, nigga, when I zoom '21 Track', nigga, when I skirt Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs Fifteen racks, youngin' on go Prolly made fifty thousand off weed Ain't jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope 'Fore I pour out, big favor line don't slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Fuck wastin' time, what we on now? I'm like, "Please, please" Might get forty-eight for these jeans Keepin' contacts with the fiends (C'mere) Sprite been goin' up like lean I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Rece I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skee Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go and talk to his son Life been hard, ain't been no fun Caught two cases, still blow my gun Hunnid M race, after that I quit Coco Chanel all on my bitch Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse Check that, dawg, yeah I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now

Fuck with me (free them) Fuck with me (what they call you?) Fuck with me Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?) Everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me They cannot bring my bitch Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up 40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make you crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats I cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (yeah) I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Tell lil' bro they scared We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

Only if a nigga knew like It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you This time last year niggas was like Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets and shit I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah Nigga business partner with JAY Z Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga? Emory, what it do? You see 'em Gotta pick 'em wisely Gotta choose 'em carefully Got niggas I know that weren't there for me Got bitches I know that don't care for me Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined Why? I'm tryna break CMG So fuck that, I'm doin' mine They see I'm mad, see they call in the streets, call me back Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap In New York with 3 bangers Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor I guess the sets won't taint him Guess the money can't change him Decisions Homie on probation Took him up to Roc Nation Let him meet Jay, told him be patient Decisions, and lil homie really got it Trying to tell him wait his turn He ain't learn, lil homie caught a body 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Biggest deal of my career I feel the pressure, gotta follow up Same time I can feel the feds Gettin' closer, lockin' niggas up Decisions Closer partners, they in prison Never want to be the biggest I just want to be the realest I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter Knockers, see your goon, he my nigga He got the city divided Bring it together, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it I am the king, your highness You want a problem, well find it I was too busy gettin' too many million Like now the perfect timin' Let them lil niggas in They what they do to bitch I don't be trippin' at all Whatever come with it, I'm with it Lil nigga, I swear I'm good for it all 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done 1 million, 2 million, 3 CM9 strictly for the streets I'm tryna get a twin piece First class nigga, I'm a millionaire First class nigga, I'm a millionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)