It's Thirty, come on, Sav (Ooh, Sav killed it)

Fuck you doin'?

Hmm, I don't sell 'bows no more, but it's a lot around

They know I'm here, it get loud outside when I'm in town, hmm

I just get my point across, I don't think I got a style, hmm

I just get high and speak my mind, I'm not gon' jot it down

Hmm, you see me out, I'm hittin' plays, I don't be drivin' 'round

It ain't surprisin' I drink Don 'cause I'm my mama child, hmm

I ain't got to sell rocks no more, right now I'm rockin' crowds

You not my type of **** 'til you put a body down

Or get your paper straight, hmm

I ain't never met LeBron, but I done served twenty-three headies where the Lakers play

Huh, what you got ain't motion unless you lit in every state, hmm

The first million that you get ain't enough, you need a second plate, hmm

I roll up three-five, hmm

I don't think she bad, she just light-skin with some ass, she just seem fine

I'ma find some Act' and I drink it, I'ma keep mines

My card one of the greatest pieces, it don't decline, hmm

I like to make my songs short, so you can rewind

Hmm, I like to work all day long, I don't get free time

Hmm, boy, I got a wife at home, don't think a freak mines

Lil' bro don't know what he wearin', he think a C lyin'

I don't know what **** want from me

I had a hard time bein' broke, it wasn't a joke to me, hmm

I know this shit not everything, but I just want money, hmm

The only time my phone ring is when they want somethin'

Right now my door kinda squeaky, I gotta grease it

I'm tryna see who got they Glock, let's have a heat check

Huh, you can't just ball when you got it, go play some defense

Huh, **** rappin' like they Thirty, call 'em three tenths

Or call 'em three 10's, I got some pink 10's

I can do this shit everyday, not just the weekends

Play with that bread, you'll get boxed up like some Wheat Thins

I done stand on so much shit, my calves strong, bitch, you got weak shins

Only thing my kitchen don't got is cabinets

If I feel like it was important, I'd had 'em

Hmm, he think 'cause he placed the order, now he havin'

****, you out here sellin' quarters, stop the cappin'

Hmm, I never ask him shit, I gotta bag to get

His wasn't around, so he look at me like a dad and shit

Hmm, before the rap, I was out lookin' for a tag to rip

You ain't buy the shit, you gave the money to her, so you half a trick

Before you say my name inside a song, go get your scale dirty

Drop a diss at noon, I bet they find you dead before 12:30

All I got is dog, weed and lean, I don't sell Perkies

You can't pay to be apart of this team, we don't sell jerseys

While I'm out hittin' plays, you at the crib waitin' on the mail person

Don't ask me why I go to sleep at 9, bitch, that's my jail curfew

They tried to tell me I ain't go enough, so I'ma sell Church's

It's really **** givin' up they information, they think 12 workin'

Come on, ****

Real Money Counter, M.I.N.E. shit, bitch

It's Thirty