It's lit

It's lit

Uh, red cup and the wood tip

I'm just tryna clear my mind from the bullshit

I got ninety-nine problems, money ain't one

They be talkin' bad bitches but I date one

Money stackin', pistol packin', what that talk 'bout?

Bitch, I'm gettin' forty bands on the walk out

Yeah, I blew a little money but my bills paid

I woke up the next day and I'm still paid

I remember when I barely had a dollar on me

I remember ducking cops 'cause I got it on me

Went from plain gold chains, now I'm watered down

Now I drink to my success and that water brown

We them ****

Always see me with the same set

We make money, we don't make threats

While they pay attention we get paychecks

When they throwin' shade we just play catch

Getting money with my set now

When I'm prayin' is the only time my head down

Poppin' bottles, I'm all wet now

Told my city I won't let up, I won't let down (Brooklyn)

Chain is ocky, wrist is rocky, what that talk 'bout?

I just bagged twenty bitches on the walk out

Honestly, knowin' me, I won't hit them up

And if they try to hit me up I ain't pickin' up

Life was a livin' hell, now we livin' well

And we drink champagne like it's ginger ale

And we stand on the couch while my song playin'

Up in VIP like we ain't got no home trainin'

We them ****

Always see me with the same set

We make money, we don't make threats

While they pay attention we get paychecks

When they throwin' shade we just play catch

Bob Marleys and Gorilla Glue

Out in Cali, gettin' cloudy with my hitter, Blue

Uh, you a'ight, ma? Yeah, we good

And if I had to make a wish, I wish you **** would

Put my Cartiers on for the shade throwers

At first they was fucking with us then they changed on us

And we right back poppin' and they back again

And these hoes back thottin' and they back again

In the Yams with some Jordans on our scooter bikes

They was claimin' that they do it but don't do it right

It's not about what you got, it's 'bout who you are

'Cause we don't need foreign cars to get foreign broads

'Cause we them ****

Always see me with the same set

We make money, we don't make threats

While they pay attention we get paychecks

When they throwin' shade we just play catch

But nah, for real

We really be in the Yams on them scooter bikes, bro

We got the Jordans on the back of them and all that

And then we see these ****

Comin' down the strip in foreign cars

And we be laughin' 'cause

When you look inside of them

It's just ****, no girls, ****

Fuck outta here

We them ****