Yeah, yeah

Huh, yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Bitch, I'm feeling lifted, got my flow back

Did this thing my damn self, and I didn't have the trap

Get it with my fucking bro, on our toes, we never lack

You want smoke, I got a Mack, homie got the nine milli, he gon' hit em in the back

All black, be the fit, Cadillac, be the whip

Prada on me, freshest knits, Balmain jeans, pockets thick

Got it out the gutta bitch

Comatoastin fuck all that shit sailing shit

I don't need no friends, bitch, I'm trying to get rich

After that, gon' stay paid, washed, he still talking shit

****, these are my days

Cause' them days is up for you

I'm out of school, now it's over for you dudes

New flow, it gon' make em groove, and you new bitches gon' lose

And you know that she gon' choose, cause' my drip it, make her ooze

Damn right, fuck you gon' do, gon' do it

Quittin' never my thang, I'm gon' prove

Bad bitch, she be on me, she gon' blow me like a flute

Money motivated, coming in like always

But it be ya own brothers, that be throwing hella shade

**** hate me, but they love me, cause I'm spitting all this flame

Still on that fuck shit, Bad bitch, she still wanna James, uh

We on fuck shit, ****, we on fuck shit

We on fuck shit, ****, we on fuck shit, yah

We on fuck shit, ****, we on fuck shit, yah

You can't fuck with this, ****, we on fuck shit, yah

Oou, like yah

Counting all this money, smoking opps

Hit her from the back and smoked the zaa

I don't give a kiss, she give top

Ooh, like yah

All these **** bots I cannot fall

Gotta have it, I gotta have it

I gotta get this money, had no job

I gotta get this money, had no job