| Niggas say that they made twenty thousand out the bando |
| I spent twenty thousand tryna bring my fuckin' mans home |
| Another twenty thousand puttin' ice on all my friends' throats |
| Stuff a twenty thousand in my pants so I can stand down |
| I know they love it when the youngin bring the fuckin' bands out |
| Came from nothin', now I’m struttin' in the fuckin' Benz now |
| And I be thumbin' through these hundreds like a fuckin' fan now |
| I ain’t frontin', catch 'em clutchin', there’s a fuckin' man down |
| And I been thankin' God a nigga made it out the hellhole |
| Off the block until the top and now I shop off Melrose |
| Dummy knots inside my socks, 'member used to sell clothes |
| It’s twenty shots inside this Glock, lil' mami throwin' elbows |
| I got money, everybody actin' like they need me |
| I was bummy and I swear to God they didn’t see me |
| Make it sunny when I hit the scene with all these VVS |
| Now it’s funny, gotta book a meeting just to see me |
| Out of my body, I’m tryna get out of some hobbies |
| I just ran out of Biscotti, right now ain’t feelin' nobody, uh |
| Feelin' her body, I don’t have feelings, lil' rocky |
| I gotta steal from somebody, I’m way too real for the lobby, uh |
| Ballin' like Scotty, and, bitch, I’m cut like karate |
| I’m screamin', «Fuck Illuminati,"bitch, we been duckin' like Gotti, uh |
| Hotter wasabi, her body like a Bugatti |
| I think I need some Dasani because lil' mama done got me |
| And I swear this feelin' so real, uh |
| Just know them other niggas ain’t real as me |
| Got some young niggas in the field, uh |
| Better know they for sure kill for me |
| Got some niggas waitin' on the pills, uh |
| And I covered all my killas' bills and fees |
| If you squeal, nigga, no deal, uh |
| I’m too real, I just hope you feelin' me |
| Niggas say that they made twenty thousand out the bando |
| I spent twenty thousand tryna bring my fuckin' mans home |
| Another twenty thousand puttin' ice on all my friends' throats |
| Stuff a twenty thousand in my pants so I can stand down |
| I know they love it when the youngin bring the fuckin' bands out |
| Came from nothin', now I’m struttin' in the fuckin' Benz now |
| And I be thumbin' through these hundreds like a fuckin' fan now |
| I ain’t frontin', catch 'em clutchin', there’s a fuckin' man down |
| And I been thankin' God a nigga made it out the hellhole |
| Off the block until the top and now I shop off Melrose |
| Dummy knots inside my socks, 'member used to sell clothes |
| It’s twenty shots inside this Glock, lil' mami throwin' elbows |
| I got money, everybody actin' like they need me |
| I was bummy and I swear to God they didn’t see me |
| Make it sunny when I hit the scene with all these VVS |
| Now it’s funny, gotta book a meeting just to see me |
| Just to see me |
| Just to see me |
| Just to see me |
| Just to see me |
| Just to see me |
| Just to see me |
| Just to see me |
| Just to see me |