(Ah shit!) (I ain't have no lighter.. what happened to the damn lighter?) (Fuck it, let me see something maybe I can nail this) Andretti in this bitch And I'm already rich But I'm still on the grind So much more for me to get Another crib Another player backyard Another fence Another million dollar whip Profit a hundred percent What I get, for sure I could afford the store Rollie for my saints homie cause his game ice cold That's my nigga AK Same way I make plays, same way I'm in the field I'm a fuckin money train Told niggas how to hustle How to carve they own lane Told niggas be themselves Told them never be afraid The industry full of lames Underground really flame Same paper as them major labels though we not the same Independent bout it, bout it, homie shout out to the tank Foreign car money spent that on my jet life chain (Fuck that, that's bout it) (We gon keep that) (That's it) (Ha-Ha) In this bitch And I'm already rich But I'm still on the grind So much more for me to get Andretti in this bitch