Yeah, yeah

I been on that trap shit, yeah

I been riding 'round with G, we been juggin' you dig

B, we been juggin' you dig, huh (B Money)

Yeah, lately I been working harder than ever

I'm ridin' 'round a dog with a-

Yeah, yeah yeah, lately I been working harder than ever

YSL, yeah yeah yeah, slatt

Lately I been working harder than ever

Bought me an Apple Watch, bust down the bezel

Groupie lil bitches, they do what I tell them

Couple rich bitches, you know I got several

He want a package, I'm wrappin' and mailin'

You cannot run, they gon' knock off your melon

Runnin' with nothin' but felons

Young **** get caught, they tellin'

These **** better just stick to the script

I got a draco, can't fit on my hip

I want the bacons and want me some chips

I cannot lay up, I fuck and I dip

It's not the first day of school but I'm fresh as a bitch (fresh as a bitch)

We turned the dirty cash into legal money, now 'cause we rich (clean it up)

Bitch I been ballin' since I was toddler (swish)

I'm a big kid, got a whole eight in the bottle (lean, lean lean lean)

We want the smoke, give a fuck else who want it (gas gas gas)

I want B Money, he want the blue hundreds (racks)

And I'm with G, he servin' whoever who want it (whoever who want it)

That's not your pack, boy you know you gettin' fronted (know you gettin' fronted)

Country boy they on the way, I'm servin' they ass a dummy (they ass is dummies)

And I be puttin' that dick in your bitch just like I'm a plumber

Lately I been working harder than ever

Bought me an Apple Watch, bust down the bezel

Groupie lil bitches, they do what I tell them

Couple rich bitches, you know I got several

He want a package, I'm wrappin' and mailin'

You cannot run, they gon' knock off your melon

Runnin' with nothin' but felons

Young **** get caught, they tellin'

I make 'em fly, I know the number one stunner

Money keep coming and I'm stackin' commas on commas

We gettin' money and we keep a band like a drummer

Keep on gettin' money, he actin' tough, hit his ass up with that llama (brrrt)

Put that dick in her once she started cummin' (suck it)

And I got shots for whoever wanted

Back on the wall, catch us a soul, these **** know they gon' fold

I never fold, stuck to the code, I put that shit on my soul

Known 'round the globe, jewelry so froze, I make these **** catch colds

I spent two bands, on some red bottoms, and I just took out the sole

**** ain't real, they ain't nothin' like us

Hit with that money, I get 'em hit up

I was so broke and I used to stick up

Since a lil **** been kickin' up dust

We got more toys than Toys R Us

Call my lil ****, they shootin' shit up

Heart is so cold, I lost all my trust

Livin' it up and we don't give a fuck

Lately I been working harder than ever

Bought me an Apple Watch, bust down the bezel

Groupie lil bitches, they do what I tell them

Couple rich bitches, you know I got several

She want a package, I'm wrappin' and mailin'

You cannot run, they gon' knock off your melon

Runnin' with nothin' but felons

Young **** get caught, they tellin'