Singing: OBN YEA YEA YEA IM ON THIS BITCH I SAY DAA DAA DAA

Hook:

I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these **** where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady

Designer where my legs at I dont talk it ain’t bout fedex

Bitch send me my bread just like it’s fedex

And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up

Stacking my chains, Stackin my 6

I stack my bread up this shit you say dont make no sense you fuck my head up

Verse:1

I’m so sick of what I’m goin thru

I’m strong minus strong in my arms too

I don’t wanna talk bitch I am showin you

Don’t fuck up ima worn you ask that lil **** what he want to do

Bitch i dream of drivin all these foreign coupes

Love Balenciaga‘s But my shoes they say 23

Gotta keep goin god blessed me put this gift in me

Smoking on this cabanas I swear this shit up lifting me

Bitch don’t try to sneak me you know I’m packing keep that iron on me

I’ve been looking at the ceiling

Thinking about ah million

Thinkin how I’m going to get it

I know one day it’s gon be up

I can believe it set goals and I achieve it

Strap bad wit ah blitz defense

Hook:

I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these **** where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady

Designer where my legs at I dont talk it ain’t bout fedex

Bitch send me my bread just like it’s fedex

And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up

Stacking my chains, Stackin my 6

I stack my bread up this shit you say dont make no sense you fuck my head up

Verse:2

Look, I’ve been working thru the night tryna get paper protect on my risk tonight

This for my haters rocking by myself tonight cause **** ate up

And what you wanna do if **** play and we get sprayed up

Bae come talk to me cause I got what you need

I’m livin lavish bae what’s happen come lay up wit me

Stop fucking wit them lame **** that’s your misery

We cutting up all night we done fucked up the sheets

Sauce all on my feet I got designer over me

And sauce on the beat creating bookoo melodies

Its like a gift in me bitch I power up like Hercules

And you keep hurting me I can’t take these lies you giving me (NO NO)

Hook:

I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these **** where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady

Designer where my legs at I dont talk it ain’t bout fedex

Bitch send me my bread just like it’s fedex

And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up

Stacking my chains, Stackin my 6

I stack my bread up this shit you say dont make no sense you fuck my head up