Yea Yea

You getting money, yo trap do numbers?

You 'bout to cop a foreign car for the summer?

Gotta make sure you got some solid **** with you

Them hoes sweating the same ones who used to diss you

You fucking hoes now, designer clothes now

You got shooters ready to wipe a **** nose now

You can't fuck that check up you gotta save some

Buy them pounds, break em down with your day ones

Yeah, lil' **** done took off

Think about all the haters you shook off

Think about all the **** ain't look out

Now look how we balling, we in the playoffs

Car with no roof now, Bentley coupe now

Them hoes ain't wanna fuck, you fucking 'em by the two now

You made yourself a boss, so you ain't got shit to prove now

Them youngins on the front line, ready to shoot now

I been tweaking I been geeking off them Percocets

Got pulled over by the law, hope they don't search this bitch

Ain't got time to lay up with her, I'm tryna work the bitch

Make her hit the road, pick up them loads

Lil' **** solid you know he won't bend or fold

He 'bout his paper he not chasing after hoes

He went to Cali found a plug on them bows

How to get some money, shit, that's all that **** know

You getting money, yo trap do numbers?

You 'bout to cop a foreign car for the summer?

Gotta make sure you got some solid **** with you

Them hoes sweating the same ones who used to diss you

You fucking hoes now, designer clothes now

You got shooters ready to wipe a **** nose now

You can't fuck that check up you gotta save some

Buy them pounds, break em down with your day ones

Aye buy them pounds, break em down with your day one

Lil' bro got hit at a couple times, he still ain't shake nothing

Take nothing, I can get em hit up for like eight hundred, boss man

I can send them wherever that they want it I'm not playing

Big dog, I do what I want, they do what they can

I put VVS and Piguets on both my hands

Aye, rose gold white and yellow, I go every color they can

Aye, rose gold white and yellow, fly ****, Toucan Sam

This shit on my wrist cost a ticket

His bitch on my dick that's a thick bitch

All this ice in my mouth I think I got frost bit

I can't, I can't leave the house without my stick

I can't put these racks off in my jeans, that shit won't fit

If I don't buy that Birkin for my bitch gone have a fit

I can't do no verse if you ain't talking more than a brick

I'm gon' cop that verse and I'm gon' pop my, pop, pop my lil' shit

You getting money, yo trap do numbers?

You 'bout to cop a foreign car for the summer?

Gotta make sure you got some solid **** wit you

Them hoes sweating the same ones who used to diss you

You fucking hoes now, designer clothes now

You got shooters ready to wipe a **** nose now

You can't fuck that check up you gotta save some

Buy them pounds, break em down with your day ones