Hop up out the whip and keep it running

If I feel it's pressure ash it out like it's nothing

I can go a hundred bars and running

They been asking for a compilation bitch it's coming

I'm just trynna see a bigger picture

Flip a couple packs I'm trynna touch them bigger figures

I'm just trynna do it with my ****

Spit it how I feel it never written like a scripture

Trynna turn a dime into a quarter

Flip it to the whole thing I'm jumping in that water

I got old hundreds stacked inside my wall just like a hoarder

Take these blue hundreds give it to my bitch I got to spoil her

Know you see that new foreign pull up burn the tires out

All alone when he lost it now he got it he gone wild out

Know I'm never lacking pistol packing at my vibe house

Used to share the pistol yesterday was at my guys house

Plotting on a hundred mil

It was lonely at the bottom shed a hundred tears

Started climbing to the top I lost a couple peers

Had to charge it to the game cause that's just what it is

I feel like **** ain't the same no more

I felt that shit and I don't wanna feel that pain no more

Sometimes you gotta trim the fat or that shit ain't gone grow

Running with this shit on top my back it got my ankles swole but fuck it though I ain't gone fold

Riding with like thirty in a Tesla

If I gotta bring it to your door you know it's extra

Why the fuck you trynna keep up with a boss you know it's levels

**** ran off on the plug I never crossed him I was clever I was trynna stack that cheddar

Make that money how you make it bring it home to the fam

Never switch up on your partners lotta **** turning ham

Having visions about a grammy but he steady bagging grams

Every since I lost my momma I ain't really gave a damn

Coming from where we come from you got to serve something we just trynna earn something

**** said fuck school hit the streets and learned something

Long nights and early mornings he just trynna burn something

Judge threw the book at 'em guess he ain't never learn nothing