Yeah

Rollin' (Damn, Synthetic, you plugged in)

(Kill that beat, Cam)

(Ask Trap, you killin' them), uh

I need the bag, cash, repeat

Talk about money, ain't comin' for free

I lost some people, it's hurtin' me deep

How could this ever come happen to me?

I keep the piece, they callin' me Reese

Free all my ****, can they get released?

Can't catch a case, but I'm in my brief

He'd rather hate, but that ain't the G code

Tryna get paid, saw my name, didn't book me

If she in my face, she tooken

I'll beat it down 'cause I ain't no rookie

Don't know what else I should say at all

Chasin' them racks for sure

Watch how the pack get gone

I ain't never tax my bros

Pain, rain, and doubt

Through all the pain, I made it out

None of the fame could change me now

Couldn't take my chain, I can't allow

R.I.P. Pops, I know you proud

Thinkin' 'bout you be havin' me down

I ain't been the same since I had a child

If it wasn't for her, then I'd be wildin'

Uh, yeah, I cannot cuff, but I love you and me

It's somethin' 'bout us, 'cause I don't love usually

I come from the streets, don't know what I'm on

Feel a lil' geeked, been smokin' on strong

My **** ain't with me, I'm holdin' my own

I play a bitch just like Madden

This ain't no effort, you think that I'm braggin'

I'm only trustin' your actions

You say you connected, you look like you lackin'

I fell in love with the bag

But I still like you, don't do me like that

I get it gone in a flash

If she fuck with me wrong, she get thrown in the trash

I need the bag, cash, repeat

Talk about money, ain't comin' for free

I lost some people, it's hurtin' me deep

How could this ever come happen to me?

I keep the piece, they callin' me Reese

Free all my ****, can they get released?

Can't catch a case, but I'm in my brief

He'd rather hate, but that ain't the G code

Tryna get paid, saw my name, didn't book me

If she in my face, she tooken

I'll beat it down 'cause I ain't no rookie

Don't know what else I should say at all

Chasin' them racks for sure

Watch how the pack get gone

I ain't never tax my bros

Havin' these hoes

They will make you go broke, that wouldn't happen to me

I get booked for a show

I get out of my mode for my **** deceased

Dropped out of school 'cause it wasn't for me

Had to make a move, tryna stuff my jeans

Different hoes, but the same routine

All you hoes got the same lil' dream

But I cannot cuff, but I love you and me

It's somethin' 'bout us, 'cause I don't love usually

I came from the streets, don't know what I'm on

Feel a lil' geeked, been smokin' on strong

My **** ain't with me, I'm holdin' my own

I promise that I would've made you mine

I know that that shit wouldn't save me

Got a shawty that think she can change my life

She's talkin' 'bout havin' my baby

Hope that she there when I make it

Gotta pray, tryna watch out for satan

All this shit I remember, erase it

I'm in love with the money, I'm taken, that's my lil' baby

I need the bag, cash, repeat

Talk about money, ain't comin' for free

I lost some people, it's hurtin' me deep

How could this ever come happen to me?

I keep the piece, they callin' me Reese

Free all my ****, can they get released?

Can't catch a case, but I'm in my brief

He'd rather hate, but that ain't the G code

Tryna get paid, saw my name, didn't book me

If she in my face, she tooken

I'll beat it down 'cause I ain't no rookie

Don't know what else I should say at all

Chasin' them racks for sure

Watch how the pack get gone

I ain't never tax my bros