Haha Matt, what up? Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga I got like, five figures worth of cash on me Five pounds worth of gas on me 48 Hertz On God I'm in Oakland like a Raider A thousand a squirt, spend racks on my fragrance Talked to my Auntie, said, "Baby, we made it" Came a long way from that spot gettin' raided They book us for shows, they dated We get the frontend, go crazy We pickin' up backends, shit crazy Mama had cried when she seen all that paper (Damn) I got a sack, them niggas faded Backwood filled up with nothin' but Gelato Racks stacked up, yeah, felt like potato Yeah, I beat her back, you know I don't stay, though Rockin' Off-White like mayo I took them bands to the Fargo Yeah we got tan, narco Tryna see how fast I can fuck my ho, cardio I'm tryna see how fast my car go I'm tryna see how fast I count slow Let the top back and I let my charm show Stack up the racks from them shows and them narcos Roll a spliff, I'ma stuff it with fronto Hit the bitch and didn't even give a convo Hit the gas, it got horse just like bronco, huh Louis V, all of my pants cost hunchos, yeah I do this shit for Lil Domo, huh Plug drop it off on the front door, here I was down bad every year Me, I'm so up in the sky, I can't hear Mud over here, why hell he drinkin' beer? Twenty-five racks on my wrist and it's clear In the sky in the private jet, Leer I'ma land in Oakland, I got bands on me or they near I'm in Oakland like a Raider A thousand a squirt, spend racks on my fragrance Talked to my Auntie, said, "Baby, we made it" Came a long way from that spot gettin' raided They book us for shows, they dated We get the frontend, go crazy We pickin' up backends, shit crazy Mama had cried when she seen all that paper (Damn) I got a sack, them niggas faded Backwood filled up with nothin' but Gelato Racks stacked up, yeah, felt like potato Yeah, I beat her back, you know I don't stay, though Rockin' Off-White like mayo I took them bands to the Fargo Yeah we got tan, narco Tryna see how fast I can fuck my ho, cardio Mama had cried when I pulled all them racks out the Fargo (On God) We done came a long way from the bando Hop on the Leer and we fly to the show Pickin' up backend 'fore we walk through the front door We gon' keep goin' up, we ain't never goin' broke We ain't never had shit but we always had hope Diamonds all over my neck do jump rope My shit a thousand a squirt I spend a thousand, she twerk We havin' pints like we fuck with the nurse Shit deep in the street but it really get worse They couldn't believe that we came out the dirt Smokin' gelato, that shit made my chest hurt Get off your ass and go get a check first Hit this shit from the back, but I get the neck first I'm in Oakland like a Raider A thousand a squirt, spend racks on my fragrance Talked to my Auntie, said, "Baby, we made it" Came a long way from that spot gettin' raided They book us for shows, they dated We get the frontend, go crazy We pickin' up backends, shit crazy Mama had cried when she seen all that paper (Damn) I got a sack, them niggas faded Backwood filled up with nothin' but Gelato Racks stacked up, yeah, felt like potato Yeah, I beat her back, you know I don't stay, though Rockin' Off-White like mayo I took them bands to the Fargo Yeah we got tan, narco Tryna see how fast I can fuck my ho, cardio Matt, what up? Gudda Tay on every beat, nigga