Money is not everything, it's the only thing

It's a Wayne beat

I'm Aisha, another lovin' one

It's Jay Z, blah, blah

Five racks on a fit, bitch, I act stupid

V's and a green Bravis look like a crab movin'

Got the bitch suckin' dick while her ass movin'

Be the CO bitch down in Centerac tour

On some bullshit, I done got into some rat war

Bring your dog shit out, let's have a rap war

I might buy a 'Rari truck before we start the tour

I went to one ****'s, the letter start with four

Supreme Forces 300, swear to cost four

That's forty-three hundred on some shit that I barely wore

He just shot you in the leg, bro, you barely sore

I'm paranoid, answer the phone in my scary voice

Back in 2013, we was the Larry boys

Four karats in each ear, I'm with them Jerry boys

If you ain't tryna drop shit, then what you say that for?

Bitch, I'm rich now and I will not cap, that's what I say that for

You can't compare your man to me, he very poor

Mix the Trish with the Quake and that's very demure

I seen a **** get his shit pushed back, I'm paranoid

We run from the state police, we call 'em Cherry Boys

Hit a left then a right, there we never was

Baby ghost a demon, he will not spare you in the club

I pulled off on my big bro and left him with a dub

I'm on my own shit, I swear I'm tired of helpin' **** up

Seventy racks of lever-X, I just got out of prison

I keep it real, the bustdown ain't mine, Jerry left it with me

I went with my nephew Jair, Sharon left him with me

I got a hundred in the clip, a spare **** fifty

KB got that trigger thing, could share it to his em'

It's fucked up, he tried to get a biggie bag, I left at Wendy's

Bottle cap Balenci' belt, it was eleven-fifty

Like, how we talkin' 'bout some shit that I never mention?

Them **** just can dress better than me, was never better than me

I might pop out in my city with a letter with me

That's a whole M, hoppin' out the 'Rari truck with the chrome Timbs

Real business man, ****, you will never hear me, say my phone dead

Matter of fact, where the fuck my other phone at?

****, I got pussy when I was in jail, wasn't no phone sex

And I paid the bitch to bring me a pint of Old Red

You ain't got more money than me, fuckin' bonehead

We just dropped to eight, but you can never tell 'cause it's a cold red

Yeah, you really killed the tour, your shows was dead

Kidnapped, make him shoot himself in his own forehead

I done drunk so much, drank, feel like an old man

Zero miles on the Maybach, it got flowed in

It got towed in

Probably in a rack with a switch on me in the low end

With some blowheads, man

Come on, come on