I gotta hellova problem, it’s hard to count dollars with all of this ice on my wrist.

**** been plottin to get me, they iffy, drop fifty, that’s all it takes to get em hit.

They mad that I blew and I past them, tryna copy my style man I did that shit last year.

The money still comin from last year.

I’m still gettin paid from the last year.

I run it up and overlap them, downplayin my shit now I know that they cappin.

They sleepin man I got em nappin, cause they only can dream of the shit that I mastered.

Ain’t tryna be cocky, I just feel like rocky, if they try to knock me I box em out.

I’m the best in my city, I copped a 350, I’m swingin that shit through a roundabout.

Ballin and ballin and ballin, this beat go retarded, I swear that I’m just gettin started.

These cops man they might try to off me.

They hate that I’m black like they coffee but sweater than toffee, they hatin I just shake me off me, I’m shopping my shot with this shit I don’t care if they block me.

I’m the best that means no one can stop me, so when you get the picture don’t crop me.

I don’t want no problems ain’t part of that.

I’m whippin this z like a Pontiac.

It sound like a rarri whenever I start it, I need like 250 beyond the dash.

More money more problems ain’t feelin that.

Do my thing up on stage and I get the cash.

All these **** they hatin on me but keep up with me, they not haters they fans just accept the facts. No comparing to me boy just check the stats.

Make them listen, rewind me, and play it back.

Ain’t got time for no slackin, you could catch me lackin, you said it’s on sight I’m like where you at?

(Refrain)

Y’all got a hellova problem, I came from the bottom and blew up while y’all ain’t on shit.

Now they sayin I changed cause I came up on change but I’m still the same **** so get off my dick.

They mad that I blew and I last them tryna copy my style man I did that shit last year.

The money still comin from last year.

I’m still gettin pain from the last year.