(Damn, Glizz, that hard)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (I ain't gon' lie, this that pressure)

Ayy (Ayy, yeah)

Yeah

Ayy (Yeah)

I fuck this paper up for fun, when it smoke, these **** run

I get high just like a rasta, ballin', could've went D-1

I keep stackin' up this money, **** broke, ain't got no funds

****, my trap be doin' numbers, I got the spot hot like the summer

I just ran through me two hundred, I'm up early and I'm servin'

My phone jumpin' off the hook, I can't stop this bitch from chirpin'

****, my life just like a movie, this real life, ain't no rehearsin'

Gotta watch how you move in these streets, these **** out here workin'

**** be prayin' on me to lose, tell them poor-ass **** keep wishin'

All that hatin' don't get you nowhere, better get up and go get it

Yeah, these **** ass worse than these hoes, startin' to think these **** bitches

Rich as fuck, still in the trenches, they like, "Lil Cory be trippin'"

I can't fake it with you, **** can't fuck with a baby picture

**** must lost they mind, I get plenty of money just like Plies

This thick ho got some thighs, bae, that ass sit right up in them jeans

She lookin' for a boss (She is), she don't want no broke **** with no cheese (Yeah)

I fuck this paper up for fun, when it smoke, these **** run

I get high just like a rasta, ballin', could've went 'head won

I keep stackin' up this money, **** broke, ain't got no funds

****, my trap be doin' numbers, I got the spot hot like the summer

I just ran through me two hundred, I'm up early and I'm servin'

My phone jumpin' off the hook, I can't stop this bitch from chirpin'

****, my life just like a movie, this real life, ain't no rehearsin'

Gotta watch how you move in these streets, these **** out here workin' (Yeah)