Hurry Up & Buy (feat. JID)

Man, almost that shit I said, don't let me do that shit agin

Trap

Real trap **** comin' through your speakers, you hear me?

It's 'bout money, ****, say less

Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh

My shoes from Saks Fith, them bricks, I pay less

My hoes got access, I'm from those spots, where's bro action?

Break work infractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin'

Listen, I get it details, got pills, no D12

I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail, got coke on pre-sale

Wait seen the plug at, I stretch the female, then sell for retail

A **** really got them truckloads, ain't got no CL's

But got a CLS, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right)

But hell no, I ain't impressed (I ain't impressed by that shit)

I just like the baguettes (I just like 'em)

I just like the Ralex

I just like to upset all these **** that's hatin' (Stay there, ****)

Drive by on their set (Skrrt)

I count with calluses, I'm sick, dialysis

Ain't with the coward shit, I got the Fowlers, bitch

I get a flower, shit, I'm havin' power trips

I'm up like towers, bitch

My drip need towels for this

I put on miles for this, the beat got cows for this

I bowed and click they're palaces, don't sound convinced on balances

That's all from power shit, on bad money ****

I guess they counterfeit

Listen, I keep that mask on me, ****, that's my counterfeit

Pull up in that Charger 'bout challengers, that's my analysis

Hold up, I'm flickin' ashes in the ashtray

And I asked 'em where, "Ash lay? Y'all ain't call since the last day"

Now she sendin' sad face, gettin' money the fast way

Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like it's leg day, ****

Yeah, alright

Gimme all that cash, ****, hurry up and buy

Put it in the bag, bricks fallin' out the sky

I can make that money fly, that's a bird

Cock a Nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur?

Gimme all that cash, ****, hurry up and buy

Put it in the bag, this shit fallin' out the sky

I can make that money fly, that's a bird

Cock a Nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur?

Okay, comin' for the cheddar till I'm dead or I get a war wound

Weather the storm, get an umbrella, 'cause it's rainin'

Pussy cats and dog food, and that catch is comin' for y'all foods

Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2

School of your ****, the one, two, plus you is Three Stooges

Word to my mucus, I spill juices

'Bout to cop a noose, 'cause I'm already strange fruit

And if my diamonds is twinklin' then they think I ain't dangerous

Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang, bangin',  that thing, thing

Till my wrist sprained, maintain, ring janglin', janglin'

When I swing the thing she like, "Danke Schön"

Pen pad all the pain, rap game daddy-daughter day

And the real **** all goin' away till I came in with the party favors

All the flavors, modern day, super gamma with ultra rays

New Atlanta for you monkey ****, got two banana clips, fuck a fade

Don't tempt me, gassed up

But I run empty with the five wired and the .45 on three wires, man

Alright

Gimme all that cash, ****, hurry up and buy

Put it in the bag, bricks fallin' out the sky

I can make that money fly, that's a bird

Cock a Nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur?