Feeling good so I hit the diggers for dinner

Only fuck with buffalo's I don't fuck with tempers

Man I'm good with my crew I don't trust you ****

7 bands to the shooter come and bust you ****

Love to an OT to a Spanchetta

I'll blow your back out Willie Manchester

Get your bands better boy you a half stepper

I'm a top side A1 gram stretcher you know

I wish in life you could never stress

Why you thinking shit sweet like ever fresh

Y'all **** is bugs y'all never fresh

Few trues and a joes got several messes

Y'all never flex **** can't fuck with us

My soft well LeBron James cause it's jumping up

Keep it real all I know **** stuff or what

Shit from my past got my heart cold as slush

It's a trap bitch if you see I'm sitting there

I ain't rich yet bitch but I'm getting there

And for my wrist wear it cost brick fare

No matter where the fuck I'm at the fiends gon' get there

I jumped in the game in 1998

They wasn't selling half a bars they was only selling skates

I started coming up cause the fiends threw my face

Cause I was posted on the block every motherfucking day

**** I done came up from rags to riches

Went from fucking red hoes to the baddest bitches

Everywhere a **** go I got my man for snitches

Talking all that time he touching and get lagged in ditches

Man this motherfucking money man I gotta get it

Ain't nobody gon' be stopping me from trying to get it

All eyes on me cause my long chain stay hanging

Cocaine stay banging no drought stay slanging

Mayard **** already know what it is

**** L-O-M game in this bitch

Loyalty over money **** cause that's definitely what it is

(We getting money ****)

Gunna where you at ****?

I'm on the Ave cooking up on a portable stove

Whipped up a half a big and brought back four O's

I been getting real money since throwback jerseys

In 1921 yeah I started early

Hopped off the Porsche quick making flips mine on the brick

Can't wait to get a sack got one and I ain't look back

You **** ain't no comparison and that's on everything

Not just cane and blow I sold everything

Still on the flow you can hit my line

And if you ain't got no money I ain't got no time

And if it ain't jumping back then that ain't no shine

And if she ain't got a bag then that bitch ain't mine

All I talk is numbers hard white and bundles

Glock 40s tucked under cause my hood a jungle

My **** Rue on his way with a load of yay

And a hood so dry it's gon' be gone today (bitch)

You too close and we don't know you better back the fuck up (who the fuck is Rue?)

Keep boy on deck yeah he pack a fuck up

If they wrap the fuck up then you know they with us

Only grab it if it's shining and it's stamped to fuck up

My time valuable as hell so don't waste it ****

Any pill you want we got it like the Matrix ****

Never going back to being broke I know the feeling

And any scheme they put in front of me I make a killing

See you was broke in high school I kept an eye on the Rolls

I was the one with the bows and you was trying to smoke

And all the shit when your phone was turtle slow

Have a threesome with the hoes that you was trying to know

You don't think I'm worth a hundred then you fooling ****

Might as well join the Pistons cause you losing ****

I'll never stop getting money sue me ****

Vet pass buy no Gucci that's Rudy ****