Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Sorry for the Wraith I pulled up laced Dressed really fresh I don't do release dates If I want it right now nigga I don't wait Money to the sky, hoe I don't play And I couldn't see it going any other way, let us pray That we continue touchin' money put enough away 53 to the menu so much shit in my right way Ballin' like a so loud but I did it my way Broke it down like a brick, what I did for sure Split it up amongst the fam now we all spending dough Bitch I'm the score, served and spent a stack on the gold [?] from solid gold to kilo Celebrate every night the money come You see we party every night we always hustlin' My nigga you were sleepin' when we turn the oven on So when we cut the cake don't you be expectin' nothin' not a crumb Pink diamonds and the Rolex Rosé Champagne on my [?] [?] if I gang bang I'm a new to the coupes in the fast lane [?] until you be the man Stay in the house ruth in the ceiling fan I had it all Mac calls, Mac calls Process of the come up, had a few drawbacks Small thing to a giant My whole crew [?] we ain't even gotta tell you where we show the body Little boy we making bumper cars out them Maseratis My new machine making 'em nervous They don't know what to do around me Them bitches flirtin', them niggas watchin' Celebrate every night the money come You see we party every night we always hustlin' And nigga you were sleepin' when we turn the oven on So when we cut the cake don't you be expectin' nothin' not a crumb