Yeah, woah

Yeah, aye

I get money I'ma stick to the plan

When the label hit me talking advances

I'ma need me like a million bands

Airplane mode so my phone will not answer

I forget to turn it off when I land

Stomping through the world, I be up in France

Godzilla **** when I stop in Japan

Hit elevens had to higher my standards

I can't put you on, you don't stand a chance

We in the club and you not getting in

I choose the Lamb or the big body Benz

I'd choose the fame and the money again

Paparazzi love my look in they lens

I'm the one to be the top of the trend

Y'all the ones that sit there playing pretend

Trust me, you ain't seen nothing like this

Walk in the studio throwing my fists

Like I make a song and it's hit after hit

Knocked out another, I'm still punching in

Count up the money, it's coming like

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Millions I'm still getting rich

Streaming high numbers like I be on Twitch

Swear that I'm popping like pimples or zits

Living like this is as good as it gets

Living like this is just something they wish

**** ain't getting no bands for real

Talking like they got a plan for real

Talking like they really walking like me but they get in my shoes and start standing still

Talk to his b*tch, and she all in my phone, she like when you come back we gon land and chill

Look at the top and I pity them thinking they still got the world in they hands for real

Uh, how many times can I "uh"

I just be hearing the shit that saying like no way you talking to us

All these excuses for times they was hating like really just stop with the buts

All these **** in my DMs still asking me for features

Got labels in my DMs saying "damn One we need ya"

All the people in my city just turned to believers

Tryna rock with me

Everybody tryna pop with me

Like I got the last seat on the plane, you ain't coming to the top with me

From the bottom steady watching me

Sitting at the top obviously

No hate to the people looking but sure as hell ain't no apologies

I ain't saying no sorries

I get money I'ma stick to the plan

When the label hit me talking advances

I'ma need me like a million bands

Airplane mode so my phone will not answer

I forget to turn it off when I land

Stomping through the world, I be up in France

Godzilla **** when I stop in Japan

Hit elevens had to higher my standards

I can't put you on, you don't stand a chance

We in the club and you not getting in

I choose the Lamb or the big body Benz

I'd choose the fame and the money again

Paparazzi love my look in they lens

I'm the one to be the top of the trend

Y'all the ones that sit there playing pretend

I get money Ima stick to the-

**** hating ima turn them to fans

Type of **** take ya b****tch with a look

Turn around and make her do it again

Turn around and make her tell him we friends

Know some **** tryna get they revenge

Like it's Death Note, write in a book

Killing **** with a verse and a pen

I got the answers

So done with **** like sprite and a Fanta

Influence shooters like Marilyn Manson

All of these diamonds, they glistening, dancing

Swear I'm John Cena, they can't see I'm Champion

Big Body Benz or the Big Body Phantom

Worth half a bill like they took me for ransom

Checks in the mail sent to me like I stamped them

Song like a seed, money trees when I plant them

Ain't break a sweat on the beats when I ran them

Know that it's me, can't mistake me for randoms

She say we twinning, I say we in tandem

**** so broke that I can't understand them

Using my words like I'm teaching them grammar

Nailing his b*tch like I'm using a hammer

Mad about the green like I'm Bruce or I'm Banner

Straight to the Ms from the Cs in my planner

**** ain't getting no bands for real

Talking like they got a plan for real

Talking like they really walking like me but they get in my shoes and start standing still

Talk to his b*tch, and she all in my phone, she like when you come back we gon land and chill

Look at the top and I pity them thinking they still got the world in they hands for real