Up

Yeah

(X.O. think he all that)

Yeah, look

Came in with nothin', now a **** up

Started on the floor, now we can ceiling-touch

Yeah, Money Mitch, this game, I can't get enough

More clothes, more hoes, and we want bigger bucks

Yeah, shorty came with you, but she gon' peel with us

Forever trill, this boss life, ain't nothin' real as us

Yeah, came in with nothin', now a **** up

Yeah, came in with nothin', now a **** up

Used to be broke on my ass, but I came up fast

Used to ride around in buckets, now I'm ridin' on glass

Off the lot, paid cash, I ain't never did notes

Keep somethin' clean outside, keep somethin' shinin' on my throat

Bet I get your bitch vote when we talkin' 'bout the realest

Used to kill a boy back in the day, guess what? Bitch, I'm still is

That **** had figures, nowadays, I got more

I feel sorry for them hoes that thought I was stayin' poor

Hell nah, don't touch my door, you can't ride with a player

Used to high-side on me, talkin' down, was a hater

Now, since I'm the city mayor, she be tryna throw it at me

I'm too busy makin' moves, she'll never, ever catch me

Came in with nothin', now a **** up (A **** up)

Started on the floor, now we can ceiling-touch (We can ceiling-touch)

Yeah, Money Mitch, this game, I can't get enough (Can't get enough)

More clothes, more hoes, and we want bigger bucks (Ayy)

Yeah, shorty came with you, but she gon' peel with us (Facts)

Forever trill, this boss life, ain't nothin' real as us (Facts)

Yeah, came in with nothin', now a **** up (A **** up)

Yeah, came in with nothin', now a **** up

We used to shut them lights off when that eviction come

When you broke, you learn at early age how much the trenches suck

I got partners in the ground, some in the prison, stuck

Real-life Boyz n the Hood, but I can't script this up

Mama was prayin', she ain't wanna see her children cuffed

Back when police used to try and clip us just to get a rush

And them the type of moves that made us say, "Man, I don't give a fuck"

Then our only motto was, "Die tryin' or get a million bucks"

Fast-forward, I got my figures up

I'm self-made, the Rollie stones colder than a blizzard, huh?

Five-figure tabs, we writin' 'em off as just a business lunch

I started off with lint and crumbs, I'm legend now, just picture us

For real

Came in with nothin', now a **** up (A **** up)

Started on the floor, now we can ceiling-touch (We can ceiling-touch)

Yeah, Money Mitch, this game, I can't get enough (Can't get enough)

More clothes, more hoes, and we want bigger bucks (Ayy, bigger bucks)

Yeah, shorty came with you, but she gon' peel with us (Facts, peel with us)

Forever trill, this boss life, ain't nothin' real as us (Facts, real as us)

Yeah, came in with nothin', now a **** up (A **** up, a **** up)

Yeah, came in with nothin', now a **** up

A **** up

Money Mitch, this game, I can't get enough (Can't get enough)

More clothes, more hoes, and we want bigger bucks (Bigger bucks)

Shorty came with you, but she gon' peel with us (Peel with us, real as us)

Came in with nothin', now a **** up (A **** up)