My niggas got grams, my bitches got checks Just counted another hundred You niggas look stressed Imma smoke a pound and bring down the rest Niggas iffy got my glizzy, I just found a vest I pray to God that I don't die tonight We gone make somebody cry tonight Them niggas with you they ain't riding right Ain't got no time to hate on nobody I got a life Bitch I'm on the Forbes list for real Mazzetti or the Porche just to chill Honestly, I could have bought niggas deals Traumatized I know how a corpse really feel I stand over your casket make sure that you gone We flocked and run in houses when nobody home If you put out a hit, they gone copy your song If you diss me on a record we follow you home Uh, what it do? What's goodie? I ain't got to pull it out, I throw this shit right through my hoodie I be on the stage with the fully I got grams all in my pocket Getting jail calls from bully 30 side trapping, I'll never forget bush Cocaine on my side forever gone get cooked Promoter with the Yolla forever gone get booked Kidnapped 'em for that paper Whoever gone get took, on God Threw my hood up on the freshman cover Real niggas by me, I can't stand next to suckers I just found out Gucci got a leather bubble Go to sleep with my chain on I need an extra cover I'm the one [?] Lex coupe Jump out in a sweat suit Hoodie strings tied tight Run up I'ma stretch you The plug tried to call me Hanged up like imma text you I'll be on my own shit I don't care what the rest do These niggas be coffin Don't be shocked if they arrest you Bullets like you going scuba diving Get a wetsuit These niggas be thinking them the best Shit, I'm the best too Fuck who got the best crew Stand still when the tech move Drake you my nigga but this penthouse got the best views Flush out the product And wash my hands like it's a restroom Ddb wilding like DC styling that's my best goon The levels of power teach you don't let 'em know your next move Imma motivate the streets if I don't do nothing else Hit my old bitch, she said young boy you something else I'm here for the money for the cash I don't want nothing else I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt Now I'll just be blowing money I just bought another belt Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt I was 17 when I found out how that money felt Everybody had grams that shit made me want to sell I'ma motivate the streets if I don't do nothing else Hit my old bitch, she said young boy you something else I'm here for the money for the cash I don't want nothing else I do it for the struggle and all the pain that my mother felt Now I just be blowing money I just bought another belt Feds had the block hot, I thought I was gonna melt I was 17 when I found out how that money felt Everybody had grams that shit made me want to sell On God That shit made me want to sell Everybody had grams That shit made me want to sell I'ma motivate the streets If I don't do nothing else Everybody had grams That shit made me want to sell