Started from the bottom now we here We were sellin’ things full of strings, puppeteer Started with a dollar now I’m jumping out the Lear All my niggas behind me, you can find me in the air In the car smokin’ loud on my way to Mr. Chow’s I say “ain’t it funny now, nigga, this bracelet’s fifty thou” He say he gon’ hit me, how? I keep shooters all around me Quicker-picker-up your bitch, that pussy wet and I be Downy I got all these haters frontin’ just from lookin’ at my pictures Plottin’ on my Instagram, they wanna follow me like Twitter On my way home… But I’mma hit her, did I mention, 30 grand’ll get you gone You’ll come up missing ‘cause my cake long Where your real friends at? Hold up, fuck that, nigga, where your girlfriend at? She probably in the VIP where all her girlfriends at She know that you be hatin’ on me and I still hit that, damn You gon’ need a green card for the Cuban link (ouch) Cancel my account, I’ll probably move the banks When you see them hammers out you’d best not move a blink FN57, fuck around, shoot through a tank Bitch, shake that ass – go on, shake them titties Bitch, shake that ass like you work at Magic City I be bustin’ bottles, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout with Drizzy Probably be with OVO and I be in Toronto city With your fake ass, and your fake weed Frontin’ on a real nigga, bitch, say cheese And put your flash on just to catch the eight piece Diamonds thunderin’ all in that bitch, I call it KD Hold up – hold up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished? I popped twenty bottles, that was just a scrimmage Nigga, you ain’t ballin’, you pop twenty and you finished Got you fuckin’ up your re-up every time we in the building ‘Cause we started from the bottom now we here Sippin’ rose with Rozay in east Bel Air I signed with MMG and did it in a year I started with a circle and I turned it to a square, ya dig?