Yuh

Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?

Yeah man

What I say

What I be saying?

I don’t even remember what I be saying, bruh

I ain’t rap in so long, this shit crazy (Wow)

Haha, Dopeman

What do I even be rapping about?

Like, I don’t even know how to start, or whatever

Nah I’m finna be doin’

It’s all me

I’m a franchise player, I’mma take the game winner

But what I made last year, it’ll last for 12 winters

I just bought a money counter, I wanna put a million in it

I just bought a money counter, I put a thousand hundreds in it

Look we had a good run, but I’m sorry girl, you’re finished

I just faced me an eighth, it took two days to finish

I be smoking out the boat, this exotic I be grilling

I went to sleep with 20k, really I just want the feeling

I made a killing off of scams, but this rap shit is different

Learned from the hood three times this week, they been trippin’

I know you wanna be me boy, you hate how you livin’

You can’t even buy no food, worried ‘bout the next ****

But little bit of nothing, and I’ll have your head trippin’

If that’s what you call up, then I’m way ahead, ****

Them **** really wanna play, I’ll have your kid missin’

Lil’ **** don’t kill for me, cause they know my pay is different

My bad, I was just playing with my money

Bought my momma a Chanel purse, and filled it up with hundreds

All my bitches understand that we can’t go out in public

He don’t know them bullets hot, we gon’ put em in the oven

Guap’ my ****, like what’s crackin’

Shit, he say just how it comin’

1600, Kel-Tec, them bullets don’t stop comin’

I can’t send it in the mail, I just wrap ‘em and they come in

I been doin it so hard, I can’t get off this Mclovin’

“Smoove what the fuck you mean you gon’ stay out there? Shit jumpin’”

It mean I found a small town, every store I hit open

I remember rich times, I couldn’t even get Rover

I got pounds of Turtle Pie, man I swear this shit bone

Held a baby by the chopper, then report the bitch stolen

Got your baby on my side, just report the bitch stolen

What I just spent on lean was a lil’ Range Rover

Bitch I face pints, I don’t get no hangovers

Catch his car at the light, give that boy a makeover

I’m in Louis V’, still sippin’ cream soda

I’m in Louis V’, still sippin cream soda, you’ll…

Hold on

I’m in Louis V’, still sippin” cream soda

You’ll kill for that hoe, I just make her bend over

Yeah

You know how this shit go

Franchise player type shit, man you know what I’m sayin

Franchise guys, the big ticket

Whatever you wanna call it

You know what I’m saying, man

Outta my fuckin’ money

You know

You know what I’m sayin’

Jam up the money counter on the daily, type shit

You know what I’m sayin’

I’ll buy your life