Look at these motherfuckers scramblin' around

What for?

My Puerto Rican ass wasn't supposed to make it this far

Don't worry, my heart, it don't ever quit

I ain't ready to check out

Yeah

Let's go

Plug keep callin' my phone like my bestie

I tell my shooter, "Go do it, don't text me"

I can still cook out the can like Pepsi

I had to jump in the water like jet-ski

She like to kick it with me 'cause I'm messy

Sour Brigante, the young **** envy

Bitch, I'm a baller, my name on the stat sheet

Carhartt sweater, my gun for the static

Blue tie, money come in automatic

New York City, the home of the savage

Mama know me, I ain't never been average

Bamboo earring, my bitch be the baddest

Had to go get it, can't wait for the money

My mama go get it, come back when it's sunny

My uncles is with it, they clappin' for nothin'

I'm walkin' 'round with it like Kanan, I'm dumpin'

**** plottin' on me, God

Starter jacket, baby, I'ma ball

I got what you need, I make a call

Bitches only fuckin' with a boss

I rolled an L every time we lost

Butter-soft Pelle when I floss

Gold grills, baby, I'm a dog

Pull up to my hood, I'm a star

Yeah, hop out that hoopty, I'm on it, let's get it

The groupies, they love me, they call me, I hit it

That Gucci on me, keep it on in the trenches

I can't wait for no man or no bitch, I gotta get it

Back when I had four grams on a plate, I had to hit it

All-black everything, the plug pull up, the work is different

Frontline when it's war, they know the boy, come on, let's get it

The pussy too good, but it never be better than money

The Cullinan make me feel better, I used to be bummy

Not leavin' the trap 'til it's sunny

We bear arms, the clip got a curve like an elbow

I took a flight to LA, I'm countin' my racks

Lanvin laces draggin' through Melrose, these ain't shell toes

We fuckin' his friends, we could do it again, gotta give me some head if you want me

It smell good, I want it, the plug put a play right in front me just like hibachi

I can't wait 'til I walk in the jeweler and drop a whole hundred racks just on a time piece

Got a blue muscle car with a loaded gun on me like Tommy, **** can't line me

I can't wait for no man or no bitch, I gotta get it

Back when I had four grams on a plate, I had to hit it

All-black everything, the plug pull up, the work is different

Frontline when it's war, they know the boy, come on, let's get it

Come on, let's get it

Come on, let's get it

Come on, let's get it