Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All this paper that I get

All this money that I chase

I'ma do this always (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And yeah, I ride for my set

Anywhere, make a mess

I'ma shoot broad day

And now my plug key come through

So now I come through

In new plates (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And any stage that we come to

We shut down, like always

I'm in a new BM flyin' on the a roads

Almost goin' as quick as the haze goes

So what these broke rappers tellin' me?

'Cause all these thousands ain't fittin' in my denim jeans

You ain't my chick so stop stressin' me

I gave my enemies shots like Hennessy

I got paigons try deadin' me

Well I'ma fly them chickens like Tennessee

I got spikes on my shoes, they ain't football boots

Driving through with a Glock in my Coupe

New watch, I might go spend a bird on it

And my Moncler jackets got fur on it

I'm speedin' with H in the TT

My new whip came with a TV

Bitch, you know I ain't playin' games

And my car's the same color as mayonnaise

They say if I keep trappin' I might never blow

But I still give them fuel like 'm Texaco

I'm in a droptop BM, my burner close

I shoot guns then I burn my clothes

Yeah, your favorite rapper's good, but he's lyin'

The fed's got my G's for supplyin'

If I tell you what I make, you'd think I'm lyin'

Don't walk in my trap if you ain't buyin'

All this paper that I get

All this money that I chase

I'ma do this always (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And yeah, I ride for my set

Anywhere, make a mess

I'ma shoot broad day

And now my plug key come through

So now I come through

In new plates (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And any stage that we come to

We shut down, like always

I'm with a bad bitch

Like the Radisson

I'm in a new Benz

Not an Addison

Jewelry shine in the dark

Like fog lights

And I ain't stoppin' till my mom's nice

The grind never stops

They should know, G

These rappers ain't never seen a whole key

Shit, I might take a flight

For the whole week

And I still throw my young G's OZ's

Ask them dudes when I see them

I slap it out

I lived the life that you rap about

Rappers lyin' bout buyin' cane

My line rings so much

I'm gettin' migraines

Yeah, my new chick shaped like an hour glass

Pretty face with the fattest ass

I just blew another chase from the feds

They never caught me

So now they stressed

All this paper that I get

All this money that I chase

I'ma do this always (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And yeah, I ride for my set

Anywhere, make a mess

I'ma shoot broad day

And now my plug key come through

So now I come through

In new plates (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And any stage that we come to

We shut down, like always