Wait, wait, wait (Wait, wait, wait) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait) Wait, uh, uh Lifestyle movin' quick and fast Feel good, God please, slow it for me All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me Baby, tell me you been hopin' for me All I wanna do is make you feel good Baby, get your Holly Berry on All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on Ah! Carry-on Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!) Uh, makin' hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!) I feel like I'm blowin', you won't even know it Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!) Pull up [?] like RZA I'm feelin' like El Chapo (Ah!) I come from the hood, I'm tryna change my perspective I been eatin' good, but I'm still workin' for seconds No love for the opposition Niggas growin' up without a pot to piss in So they sellin' pot just to cop commission Who am I to judge? Nigga, fuck a judge Gave my nigga 25, free Fonz though (Free!) Fuck the system for life (Life) Grew up on Adidas and Nikes Cop the [?] got for miniature price (Hah!) Niggas comin' out the [?] kicks That he sellin' shit to make a quicker buck (Buck) Bangin' they hoodies, zippin' up New necks, they'll make you rich as fuck I'm feelin' like El Chapo Made it out tryna make a dollar Niggas eatin', boys pity on us Streets grimy, boy them semis poppin' You can get it like Ricky got it (Bop!) Head on the swivel, nigga Be caught with it or be gone without it (Without it!) Knew that since a lil' nigga, wait Lifestyle movin' quick and fast Feel good, God please, slow it for me All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me Baby, tell me you been hopin' for me All I wanna do is make you feel good Baby, get your Holly Berry on All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on Ah! Carry-on Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!) Uh, makin' hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!) I feel like I'm blowin', you won't even know it Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!) Pull up [?] like RZA I'm feelin' like El Chapo (Ah!) Think, nigga Ain't much to think about Hunnid days and the hunnid nights Homies runnin' with them heaters out (Hah!) Homies is callin' you pussy 'cause you left and took the safer route They say that they street smart, but they ain't smart enough to make it out Boy, I'm breakin' out I'm tryna be with a bad bitch on the beach layin' out Fuck extendin' clips, I'd rather be extendin' bank accounts What I think about? Bitches love you when you ballin', nigga That's why you see 'em when the Lakers out Money comin' and the paper flyin' This shit feelin' like a paper route Niggas be rollin' 'round killin' for fun Limo tinted with the banger out (Bow, bow) I like my women like they like they guns Extensions with the bottoms hangin' out (Hah!) I'm feelin' like El Chapo Made it out tryna make a dollar Niggas eatin', boys pity on us Streets grimy, boy them semis poppin' You can get it like Ricky got it (Bop!) Head on the swivel, nigga Be caught with it or be gone without it (Without it!) Knew that since a lil' nigga, wait Lifestyle movin' quick and fast Feel good, God please, slow it for me All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me Baby, tell me you been hopin' for me All I wanna do is make you feel good Baby, get your Holly Berry on All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on Ah! Carry-on Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!) Uh, makin' hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!) I feel like I'm blowin', you won't even know it Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!) Pull up [?] like RZA I'm feelin' like El Chapo (Ah!)