Hola, hola (Brrt, brrt)

¿Qué pasa? ¿Cómo estás? (Brrt)

Yeah

White lines, blue hundred dollar bills

My young boy a wizard shooting for that big bag like he Bradley Beal (Brrt, brrt, boom boom boom boom boom)

Yeah, pull up in that Rolls-Royce, that shit was white and teal, yeah

My **** got 10 bricks, 33 a piece

He told me, "That's a steal" (33 three a piece), yeah (Scottie Pippen)

Pull up on your bitch playing Half-A-Mil (What up, baby?), yeah

Touched my first million dollars, shit gave me the chills (You see this shit, ****?), yeah

Used to slide through other hoods looking for a kill

Now I got a villa full of bitches and they sniffing white lines and popping pills (Haha, talk to em)

Yeah, they wonder how the fuck I'm still winnin' (They scratchin they head)

I got shot in my head and in my neck and I'm still grinnin' (Y'all see me smiling right? Haha)

Yeah (Yeah) brodie on parole and he still spinnin' (That **** lurkin', he still active)

Got two Jesus pieces on his neck and he still sinnin' (Brrt)

Shit, tell me where I go from here

Tell me where the fuck I go from here

Where I go from here?

Tell me where the fuck I go from here

Where I go from here?

Where do I go?

Where do I go? (Hahaha)