Probably spent a ten in Houston, ain't even count my bankroll

I really live that life, for real, nothin' but rental cars and Dracos

Oh, yeah, a **** did that one lil' shit, I've been waitin' on somethin' to lay on

Uh, could never move in with a bitch, it's too much pape' to stay home (Turn me up, Eman)

Keep talkin' 'bout that hat that you caught, can you show a fifty you made?

What, can you really get off a bag? 'Cause we get off fifty a day

I got tired of wearin' all designer, them Ricks, I gave 'em away

If you goin' up, then do it, y'all fuck **** in the way

Hold on

What? Hold on

Consequences for every action, you run up, you gon' catch a hot one

In a room full of tens, why is you talkin'? Ho, you not one

The hardest out, when I walk in the room, it's tension 'cause I'm top one

Me and the bro, we tryna see who the biggest shark, ho, you gon' top one

Indictments, I'm dodgin' all the indictments, they tryna lock somethin'

This **** must be 12, you finna leave or you gon' cop somethin'

Know them 7.62s get in and **** cappin', they ain't spinned

Gon' kick the door down (Let me in there)

****, you too late, can't stop this shit

When it come to this money, I'm indecisive, I don't even know which car to get

Try to pull up, she her on her cycle, already know what time it is

Uh, Trackhawk, Trackhawk, I'm gettin' money now, I ain't ridin' in no Kia

She got in my car, I gave her the aux, she tryna play Drakeo, I don't know no Kel

Ain't showin' no sympathy for no opp, if you get caught, then that's your deal

I done ran up a fifty ball without my label, that's this year

And it ain't even over

I'm tryna make a hundred, it's okay if I go over

Just called for some fine shit when I was in Houston, y'all don't know her

If I ain't know no better, you would've been slimed out, backdoor

Bitch, let's do it

Probably spent a ten in Houston, ain't even count my bankroll

I really live that life, for real, nothin' but rental cars and Dracos

Oh, yeah, a **** did that one lil' shit, I've been waitin' on somethin' to lay on

Uh, could never move in with a bitch, it's too much pape' to stay home

Keep talkin' 'bout that hat that you caught, can you show a fifty you made?

What, can you really get off a bag? 'Cause we get off fifty a day

I got tired of wearin' all designer, them Ricks, I gave 'em away

If you goin' up, then do it, y'all fuck **** in the way (Turn me up, Eman)

Know them 7.62s get in and **** cappin', they ain't spinned

Gon' kick the door down (Let me in there)

****, you too late, can't stop this shit

When it come to this money, I'm indecisive, I don't even know which car to get

Try to pull up, she her on her cycle, already know what time it is