(He has the skills and knowledge to be the president of any type of company in the world)

(Here was a twenty year old with tremendous organizational skills)

(It was more about organizational guap, money, police, dinero, with the stacks, talkin' 'bout Bow Wow stacks)

(I'm talkin' 'bout just that man, bein' a thinker)

(God don't make people like that every year, every century)

This that music for them get money head ****

Lowkey behind the scenes, been rich fed **** (bass)

It ain't no paper on the floor, he ain't even goin'

**** that you coppin' from, and you ain't even know it (and you ain't even know it)

This that shit that you count cheese and vibe to (yeah)

Go cop, drop it off, just chill and ride through it (ride through it)

Show 'em you can run through it, maybe he'll throw it

**** that you coppin' from, and you ain't even know it

They shakin' hands with they plug and they don't even know it (they don't know it)

Quarter million dollar ****, and he don't even show it (he don't say nothin')

No breakin' down, don't call his phone if you ain't tryna boy (no breakin' down)

Boy's a kush for two racks, and he don't even grow it (ayy)

Take the most risks in the city, but he ain't a felon (all day)

Make ten before it's dark out, and he don't even sell it

Pull up on you with that bag, and he don't even tell it (he don't say nothin')

Ten bowls in that Macy's bag, and you don't even smell it (wrapped up)

'Cause they wrapped up, and any **** think they need 'em (whoever)

**** talk domino, that that could never be 'em (no)

He never hands-on with it, you'll never peep him (never)

'Cause if Dog wrap them bitches wrong, you'll never see him (on the light)

He see them M's in his future, and he tryna reach 'em (tryna reach 'em)

**** keep fuckin' up his money, he still tryna teach 'em (fuckin' up)

Loyal to the same ****, so they get it cheaper (no, no, no)

He ain't trippin', still breakin' bread like a picky eater (you know what?)

This that music for them get money, head ****

Lowkey behind the scenes, been rich, fed **** (in the back)

It ain't no paper on the floor, he ain't even goin'

**** that you coppin' from, and you ain't even know it (you ain't even know it)

This that shit that you count cheese and vibe to (yeah)

Go cop, drop it off, just chill and ride to it (ride to it)

Show 'em you can run through it, maybe he'll throw it

**** that you coppin' from, and you ain't even know it

He got the girl, but love the boy like Brad Pitt (Dog)

Play with him, get hit all on your body like a bad pitch (yeah)

All he do is let **** eat like a bad bitch (that's it)

Play broke, but really he ain't stoppin' 'til he mad rich (stop it)

Never seen a real ****, he a rare image (yeah), don't keep it heated

All his people boss, square business (damn, huh), get you wack

He just got a point like a scare witness (yup)

Any threats, bet your last dollar, **** there with it (coming)

Real smart, but it's crazy how the **** live (crazy)

Arm naked, but he got a appy at the crib (for real)

Extra ****, he can go to Azzy to the field (real)

Don't like to get his hands dirty, but the **** will (yup)

In the club, he just chillin', feelin' **** out

In his spare time, catch him buildin', givin' **** rocks (on the truck)

His favorite line, "I broke," just to see what **** 'bout

Most T's in this hood, they'll never figure out (they'll never know)

This that music for them get money, head ****

Lowkey behind the scenes, been rich, fed **** (get in the back)

It ain't no paper on the floor, he ain't even goin'

**** that you coppin' from, and you ain't even know it (you ain't even know it)

This that shit that you count T's and vibe to (yeah)

Go cop, drop it off, just chill and ride through it (ride through it)

Show 'em you can run through it, maybe he'll throw it

**** that you coppin' from, and you ain't even know it

He can sell shoes to Foot Locker, that's his gift to gals (damn)

**** on the other side hate him, he just sittin' loud (haha)

Little do they know, they runnin' through the **** bag, countin' all the T's that they made 'em while they sittin' bragged (****)

Took a loss on thirty bowls, he ain't even hurtin'

Say he got a hundred, that's what it is, he ain't even purpin' (nope)

Steady tryin' to motivate ****, it ain't even workin' (not at all)

He just hit his **** with the bag, he ain't even twerkin' (right here)

He don't even touch shit and he be killin' 'em

Young **** hate him, but the old **** feelin' him (nothin' matters)

No phones, let his boy know what you finna spend (call him)

On the low, he done sold more trees than Timberland (I'm goin')

He stay with that dog like he Charlie Brown (arrow) and the kush, he got loud like a Harley sound (like hell)

Sittin' on a hundred bowls, ain't tell you nothin' around

Money long as seven miles, started with a couple pounds (bitch)

This that music for them gettin' money head ****

Lowkey behind the scenes, been rich fed **** (get in the back)

It ain't no paper on the floor, he ain't even goin'

**** that you coppin' from and you ain't even know it (you ain't even know it)

This that shit that you count cheese and vibe to (yeah)

Go cop, drop it off, just chill and ride through it (ride through it)

Show 'em you can run through it, maybe he'll throw it

**** that you coppin' from and you ain't even know it