Hey, man, listen here, check the business

You better get off your motherfuckin' ass

You're sittin' around, waitin' for a motherfucker to do somethin' for you

You done lost your goddamn mind

It's every man for themself, you dumb—

Hey, man, I'm, uh, puttin' my motherfuckin' foot so far up your ass

Make your ass get up and go get you some motherfuckin' money

It's somethin' wrong with you sittin' around like that

Uh, I'm gon' keep my shit rollin', shawty, 'cause I'm gon' roll regardless

All my cars push-button, they used to be stolen, shawty

I don't do no club-boppin' and I don't go to local parties

They play my shit in different countries, I used to be a local artist

I'm so used to ridin' 'round with K's, Glocks, 9s, and .40s

As long as you ain't swervin' in my lane, then we won't have a problem

As long as I can keep my pockets fat, then I won't need a wallet

This quarter-bird money, but I'ma blow it all at Neiman Marcus

See, I'm the underdog, but they makin' me the leadin' target

But if I stop, it's gon' have a lot of people jobless

Still had my paper tags on the day that I wrecked my Charger

And I don't give a fuck 'bout your pockets, I gotta make my quota

See, I be takin' long drives, so I be takin' Adderalls

I'm so used to ballin', but I ain't really good at basketball

I'm real good with bendin' fiber, super good with mannitol

And I'ma do my own time, I don't associate with rats at all

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand all that and that's how you 'posed to do it

All that shit come part of the G-code that you're 'posed to stand and live by, but

If you ain't got your shit together, you gon' fall

If you got squares in your circle, it's gonna hurt you

If you ain't protected, ain't nobody gon' respect it

Keep your mind on your money and fuck everything else, you understand what I'm sayin'?

All my life, I used to fuck up everything I put my hands on

Fuckin' up my re-up, I'm just tryna put my mans on

I got the right hustle, but I had my whole plan wrong

But I can still make a million dollars off this Samsung

See, if I let 'em trick me, then I'm gon' be on the jail phone

Tryna put some shit together, waitin' on the mail call

I'm tryna keep my hands clean, but it ain't shit to tell y'all

But any **** workin' with the feds 'posed to be dead, dog

Never see my kind, they don't never make 'em like me no more

And everybody lyin', that shit don't go to one and three no more

All I see is Call of Duty, GTA, and CB4

Gon' tell them bitches to bring a bag of money, they wanna see me more

The graveyard gettin' full 'cause **** dyin' every day

The bitches way realer than these ****, I see it every day

The game fucked up, these **** do everything the feds say

So I'm gon' get my money, mind my business, so I can play it safe

That what the fuck you better be doin', you know what I'm sayin'?

Proper preparation prevents a poor performance

That shit been like that since before you been born

It's gon' be like that when you die

It's gon' be like that when I die

Remember what I said

Stay focused