We gon have some problems we gotta solve em

It's just me chinny no gang 1v1 let's ball up

Running iso in this bitch all my shots I call em

Aim the blicky at his brain and I pop the magnum

Man I turn you into ghost **** you a phantom

And i'm living eating good shoutout to that Fanum

Member I used to be so pussy told myself to man up

Now I'm fly just like a falcon ain't talking Atlanta

If we got a problem we gotta solve em

Catch me singing to my money a rich **** anthem

Dead presidents and Ben they be getting louder

All this money and the guap it's too much to count up

All this bread and these bitches they mean none to me

Lowkey I been seeing all these fake hoes fucking casually

They be playing dirty moving nasty moving dastardly

Swear they don't have fathers so I call them fucking bastardly

Look at me just gliding on this beat I do it masterfully

On 808s and drums I paint a picture call it masterpiece

My life is like a movie like it's tubi talking Master P

Cuz I got all your homies fucking mad they ain't no fans of me

We gon have some problems we gotta solve em

It's just me chinny no gang 1v1 let's ball up

Running iso in this bitch all my shots I call em

Aim the blicky at his brain and I pop the magnum

Man I turn you into ghost **** you a phantom

And i'm living eating good shoutout to that Fanum

Member I used to be so pussy told myself to man up

Now I'm fly just like a falcon ain't talking Atlanta