Catch me swervin' in a Benz, stackin' up my ends

If you ain't talkin' 'bout no profits, then there's no way Rami comprehend

Watch the Daytons spin, whitewall huggin' rims

Pussy **** pocket watchin' under 'scopic lens

I keep my foot up on the gas when I'm mobbin', pick up some bread from Stockton

Sucka ducka, ho watchin', pimpin' 'til the day I reach my coffin

You hear me knockin', pickin' up on what this playa's droppin'

Money stackin' up, it's just beginnin' and it's never stoppin'

My time is money so, bitch, you better be clear

Got dollars bangin' my line, so don't you bring me no bullshit

Rami thuggin' and puffin' up on a zip

I'm ballin' like Joe Montana, comin' straight from out the Candlestick

Bitch, I ain't your friend, all I need is dead presidents

Stackin' every dollar that I get is very evident

I'm only movin' if I'm knowin' money is involved

I'm paper tall, so it keeps most of my problems solved

I want it all, I'm high though, Zay could never fall

Underground legend like Lil Flip, that's the way we ball

Me and Rami gettin' to the bag, I know they pockets empty

Keep some packs in my stash, bread, yeah, I'm gettin' plenty

All cash for me, ho, I don't do the Zelle

Flip the dirty money clean, stay low as hell

Hustle in my blood, not a hatin' bone in my body

Smoke that in my '84 'Lac, fuck a Bugatti