Yea Yea

You getting money yo trap do numbers You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas with you Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you You f*cking h*es now designer clothes now You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now You can't f*ck that check up you gotta save some Buy them pounds break em down with your day ones Lil n*gga done took off (took off) Think about all the haters you shook off (shook off) Think about all the n*ggas aint look out Now look how we balling we in the playoffs Car with no roof now, Bentley coupe now Them h*es aint wanna f*ck, you f*cking em by the two now You made yourself a boss so you ain't got sh*t to prove now Them youngins on the front line ready to shoot now I been tweaking I been geeking off them Percocets Got pulled over by the law, hope they don't search this b*tch Ain't got time to lay up with her, I'm tryna work the b*tch Make her hit the road, pick up them loads Lil n*gga solid you know he won't bend or fold He bout his paper he ain't chasing after h*es He went to Cali found a plug on them bows How to get some money, sh*t, that's all that n*gga know You getting money, yo trap do numbers You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas wit you Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you You f*cking h*es now designer clothes now You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now You can't f*ck that check up you gotta save some Buy them pounds break em down with your day ones Aye buy them pounds break em down with your day one Lil bro got hit at a couple times he still aint shake nothing Take nothing, I can get em hit up for like 800 Boss man I can send them wherever that they want it I'm not playing Big dog, I do what I want, they do what they can I put VVS and Piguets on both my hands, rose gold white and yellow I go every color they can, rose gold white and yellow Fly n*gga Toucan Sam, this sh*t on my wrist cost a ticket His b*tch on my d*ck that's a thick b*tch All this ice in my mouth I think I got frost bit I can't, I can't leave the house without my stick (Yea) I can't put these racks off in my jeans, that sh*t won't fit If I don't buy that Birkin for my b*tch gone have a fit I can't do no verse if you ain't talking more than a brick I'm gone cop that verse and Ima pop my lil pop my lil sh*t You getting money, yo trap do numbers You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas wit you Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you You f*cking h*es now designer clothes now You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now You can't f*ck that check up you gotta save some Buy them pounds break em down with your day ones