Yea

Ya know

See I had a long day

Draggin and trappin in broad day

Ball like its Barclay

Getting the paper the long way

No they don't do it like us

Forty two on the block, in the cup

Getting litty we running it up

Act a fool cuzzo pop out the cut

We boutta

Run it, run it, run it

Up

Run it, run it, run it

Up

Stepping outside when the pack touch

I'm tryn go cop me a Mack truck

These **** ain't raising their standards

You know we be runnin them bands up

Stacking that money so tall that shit don't fold it just keep spreading yea

Lil mama she wanting baller said hell nah ain't ready for weddings yet

Ain't worried bout nothing at all mind on go focused on getting a check

The life I been living aint flawed that shit like a party feel like I'm winning a bet

Clicquot, Clase, Dusse anything in between

Venezuela, Cabo, Caicos I'm tryn buy the beach

Blue hundreds, pink fiftys, green bills baby these pockets steep

Big crib, good kid, great life **** can't fuck with me

You know we be running up bands

Nothing but stacks in my hand

These **** be broke and its sad

Mad they can't do what I can

These **** be acting like haters but deep in their heart they're a fan

Taking trips just to wade in some waters a **** been getting a tan

See I had a long day

Draggin and trappin in broad day

Ball like its Barclay

Getting the paper the long way

No they don't do it like us

Forty two on the block, in the cup

Getting litty we running it up

Act a fool cuzzo pop out the cut

We boutta

Run it, run it, run it

Up

Run it, run it, run it

Up

Stepping outside when the pack touch

I'm tryn go cop me a Mack truck

These **** ain't raising their standards

You know we be runnin them bands up