I got a bag on me, baby, I'm bussin

I'm doin' the dash and I dust 'em

I'm in a lane they ain't touchin

I'm slidin' like butter

I'm cleaner than customs

They try to copy the cadence, but missin' the spirit the flow is a puzzle they fumble

I'm from a city where talkin' too loud'll get quieted down if you slip and you stumble, look

I'm in the pocket I move with the pivot, the pattern too wicked, I bend it and switch it

Shorty been beggin' to visit, she know when I'm in it, I'm hittin' positions exquisite

I got the vision

The digits

The hustle

The hunger

I'm pushin' it all to the limits

I don't be cappin' in lyrics, the life that I'm livin' is different

I'll die 'bout my business

I need the profit, the profit, the profit

I'm stackin' it up like a prophet that's preachin

I got a freak on the weekend

She eatin' me up like she starvin' for deepin

I don't be stressin' no weak shit

I'm movin' so clean that I look like I'm bleachin

If they want smoke, then I'm reachin

Extendin' the arm like I'm goin' for defense

They want the flow but can't manage it

Mine too mechanical, damage is casual

I do the math on the bag, and it's addable

Stack a new stack on a stack 'til it's lateral

I got a shawty with cheeks that are magical

Slide in that thing and I'm hittin' it tactical

Whole lotta rappers been talkin' irrational

None of their stories been lookin' too factual

I'm in the zone like a scrimmage

I'm runnin' a clinic

I'm burnin' 'em quick as a minute

I need a crib with a view and a chef in the kitchen

I'm starvin, I'm hungry, I'm with it

I got a soul with a flame and a mind like a deadly machine when I'm spittin

I put a beat in a blender, then blend it again 'til the whole damn thing is finished

I got a wave they gon' surf on, but none of these dudes got the balance to stand

I got a plan for the plan, for the plan

Expandin, I'm stackin, I'm touchin' the land

Shorty just told me she proud of the man

I'm hittin' it good while I sip from a can

I'm too advanced, if you think that we close, nah we ain't close

Get the fuck out my span

I keep a bag on me baby

You know I been crazy

You know I been puttin in work

Don't even check my account

Always know the amount

I been pushin the shit out these percs

Smokin exotic

Keep checkin my pockets

You prolly won't find out how much that I'm worth

Fuck an accountant

I like how I count it

I put it in piles and I put her to work

Pull off the lot now I'm dashin all digital

Shawty for shawty equipped wit a missile

Run through the spot ain't have nun pistol

I'm comin out clean spend ya money on thizzle

Know how to rizz her

I neva been busier

Everything pivotal now

Hop on the beat make it sizzle

This shit be so simple

These words that be come out my mouth

Say that I'm proud

I say that I'm paid

You talkin too loud n got nun to say

Run through a pound

Ain't nun on my plate

Ain't been keepin count but I need it today

Ain't on the way but I told ya already

I do what I want and I'm quick to erase

Couple more plays and you neva gon see me

I take what I like only time I ain't late

Fuck wit the beat

It's makin her bounce

Gave her the keys

And any amount

Neva say please

She fuck wit the steeze

I roll up a bleeze

To really find out

Forgettable

Hittable

I shoulda known

The minimal

Critical

I'm tryna bone

It's pitiful

Cynical

Livin so miserable

Charlie Sheen livin juss need me a bigga home