Lyrics

Pull out the franks, I got investments to do
Fuck what they sayin'
Roll up the stank, smoking that Pepe’ Le Pew
Go to the bank
Pull out the franks, I got investments to do
Sipping on liquor for the pain
Roll another spliff, can’t let it go to waste
Ayyye
Light it up take to the brain
7 grams in a blunt, that’s a quarter tank
Ayyye
I’m the greatest, fuck what you think
Hit 'em wit' a classic, what it’s gon' rank?
Ughh
Look at these pictures I paint
Feeling like the Banksy of the rap game
I been grinding for my last name
Go get a bag, then I dash like dame
See you doing good, and they mad, that’s lame
Rather see you in the hood, down bad in a cage
Ughh
But I flipped it on 'em
Like I won the olympics, and then threw the fist up on 'em
For us by us, we don’t give endorsements
I’m the boss, my cut is the biggest portion
Everybody got drip, but no different sauces
Brick by brick, tryna build a fortress
Shawty got needs, I could feed but caution
Back to the streets if a treeshy cross me
I gotta live by the principles
I cannot worry 'bout peoples opinions, they miserable
I had a convo with God that was holy
He told me that I’m really him in the physical
I’m going d-d-d digital
I’m dedicated on reaching my pinnacle
I’m tryna make it, ain’t nothing to play wit
Don’t get in my way, I been waiting to sizzle you
Aye, yo, you got some Za on deck?
What you waiting for, roll up then
Fuck what they sayin'
Sayin'
Roll up the stank, smoking that Pepe’ Le Pew
Go to the bank
Bank
Pull out the franks, I got investments to do
Going through things
Things
But I can’t complain, I’m tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Lane
Doing some things, they said I never could do
Fuck what they sayin'
Sayin'
Roll up the stank, smoking that Pepe’ Le Pew
Go to the bank
Bank
Pull out the franks, I got investments to do
Going through things
Things
But I can’t complain, I’m tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Lane
Doing some things, they said I never would do
On the internet living lavish
But in real life ain’t living like that
I’m just tryna get it established
Building my brand and stay on my path
I keep a couple of baskets
To protect my eggs, just in case some crack
I gotta live above average
'Cause a **** was down, been there, done that
When the sun rise, and when the sun set
I be analyzing where the funds at
Gotta focus, I ain’t getting sidetracked
Just know this, I'ma get in my bag
Ughh
Alkaline water I sip
Ughh
****, I’m borderline rich
Ughh
Stacking up all of my chips
Yuhhh
Giving my all to my kids
Ughh
But this ain’t no cruise
I got some bumps and some bruises, I broke a couple of rules
I had to choose
You either win or you losing, bitch I got something to prove
Yeah, I was loose
Been wilding out with the crew, drunk all in in Sue’s Rendezvous
Tipping on strippers, and coming home 4 in the morning
My shawty like "I’m sick of you"
And to tell you the truth
Ayyyee
Honestly I done got sick of it too
I looked in the mirror
Ayyyee
Like honestly, my ****, this isn’t you
Ayyyee
Aye, aye, yo, aye, yo, homeboy, you gon' have to pass that, bruh
Fuck what they sayin'
Sayin'
Roll up the stank, smoking that Pepe’ Le Pew
Go to the bank
Bank
Pull out the franks, I got investments to do
Going through things
Things
But I can’t complain, I’m tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Lane
Doing some things, they said I never could do
Fuck what they sayin'
Sayin'
Roll up the stank, smoking that Pepe’ Le Pew
Go to the bank
Bank
Pull out the franks, I got investments to do
Going through things
Things
But I can’t complain, I’m tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Lane
Doing some things, they said I never would do
Fuck what they sayin'
Roll up the stank, smoking that Pepe’ Le Pew
Go to the bank
Pull out the franks, I got investments to do
Going through things
But I can’t complain, I’m tryna better my truth
Stay in my lane
Doin some things, they said I never could do
Fuck what they sayin'
Written by: Jamal Reid
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