Um Yea

We havin' a check by the way (Hey)

Huh, woo woo woo (DJ Durel)

You feel me? You dig?

Shit look easy, know what I mean

Hey

Don't I look like I'm the shit, lil' ****? (Don't I?)

Look at my mu'fuckin wrist, lil' ****

Thought you had hits but you missed, lil' ****

Why you keep starin' at my bitch, lil' ****? (Why?)

You lil' **** keep gossipin' (Lil' ****)

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with that gang, they the opposite (Nah)

Pop at them ****, apocalypse (Brrt)

Um yea, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um yea, this not Monopoly

But we got color for money and property (Woo, woo)

Um yea, what's in your pocket (Huh?)

Pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um yea, boarding a private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thottie

Um yea, I'm bout to get his ass hit

Yo, pay that lil' dime (Baow)

Yo, if get knocked for that body

Yeah, do that lil' time (Appeal)

Yeah, half of a brick is a 9 plus 9

Can't show this on Vine (On the low, tho)

Yeah, most of you **** drop dimes on dimes

You can't do the time (You a hoe, tho)

Woo, Elliot got me on blind

On blind, I can't see my time (Shine, shine, shine)

Yeah, if I'm a gangsta, my bitch is a gangsta

She ready to slide (She ready to ride)

Bitch, I can't face it, I sip on the matrix

I'm dead or alive

If I go broke, I'm not askin' nobody, I'm ready to rob (Ready, huh)

Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (Yellow, ice)

Fifty K, sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a whopper (Fifty bomb)

Can't kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap, they sing like an opera (Brrr)

Robinson .44, bitch, take a trip in the chopper

Still ballin' like 44, and we still pull it with choppers (Brrt, brrt)

Still bustin' a 44 (Baow)

You talkin' 'bout guns or the profit?

Yo, go pick up a bigger load from Pabalo, Rico and Papi (Rico)

You got them bricks, we gon' hit the door

I'm in your Hood, Robin (Woo)

Don't I look like I'm the shit, lil' ****?

Look at my mu'fuckin wrist, lil' ****

Thought you had hits but you missed, lil' ****

Why you keep starin' at my bitch, lil' ****? (Why?)

You lil' **** keep gossipin' (Lil' ****)

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with that gang, they the opposite

Pop at them ****, apocalypse (Brrt)

Um yea, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um yea, this not Monopoly

But we got color for money and property (Woo, woo)

Um yea, what's in your pocket (Huh?)

Pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um yea, boarding a private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thottie (Thottie)

Bardi

Uh, ain't with the politickin' with you, I don't need a vote (Nah)

I sell tracks that these tours need for seating rows (Packed)

I'm in the spot, these wack bitches just competing for (Weak)

Matter fact, I'm that bitch that's really eating the most

I'm with your ****, 'cause he knows just how to treat a hoe (Splurge)

Let's talk money in Spanish, 'cause I can speak it in both (Díme)

I've been balling, kinda like when Derek Jeter rolls (Woo)

I'm with the papis with machetes so dímelo

Travel with the hitters and you know they keep the pole

Bye now, lil bitch, you can get pita-rolled (Blah)

He kept that ice on my neck and kept that fever low

Don't I look like I'm the shit, lil' ****? (Don't I?)

Look at my mu'fuckin wrist, lil' ****

Thought you had hits but you missed, lil' ****

Why you keep starin' at my bitch, lil' ****? (Why?)

You lil' **** keep gossipin' (Lil' ****)

You should go work for the blogs and them

Don't fuck with that gang, they the opposite

Pop at them ****, apocalypse (Brrt)

Um yea, you cannot stop it

Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit

Um yea, this not Monopoly

But we got color for money and property (Woo, woo)

Um yea, what's in your pocket (Huh?)

Pocket rocket, please do not size me

Um yea, boarding a private

Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thottie (Thottie)