| Watch me turn this batch into a speedboat | 
| Seen two sun seekers racing to the island | 
| I told my homegirl I need those | 
| So know I’m playing the game with a cheat code | 
| Feed These beats something to eat | 
| Brown sugar Rolls Royce carnish, trust ain’t nothing sweet | 
| I got it out the mud, I need a second of toothbrush | 
| Clean my sneaks, deadstock vintage pieces on my feet | 
| Hoes say you soft, pretend you can’t talk | 
| Smoke weed, keep the peace but prepare for way | 
| Precious money stacks them suckers probably come for | 
| So, I send my shorty to the gun store | 
| Safe keepin' that bitch off safety | 
| Smoking large at the Oysters bar | 
| Tip the waitress a Franklin and another for my pie zone | 
| I scratched off in my sports car | 
| Pulled into a underground parking garage | 
| Switched whip clickin' the potential tails off | 
| I’m all about that mail dawg work so hard | 
| Don’t even notice when it’s paying off | 
| All they see is the paper | 
| But they don’t understand it the way I got it | 
| All they see is the paper | 
| But they don’t understand it the way I got it | 
| All they see is the paper | 
| But they don’t understand it the way I got it | 
| All they see is the paper | 
| But they don’t understand it the way I got it | 
| Six air flights, middle of the night | 
| Get us what we like and what we need | 
| No bed I’m a sleep when I hit my seat | 
| Adidas slides on my feet, pack of broads | 
| Make my cypher complete | 
| I gotta get it, can’t miss a beat | 
| Coppin' jewels for the summer just to get the cheeks | 
| I’m in something unique | 
| To get the cheese that’s my destiny | 
| White first class ain’t no longer question | 
| Drink filled with the best | 
| Hit it once, fill it in your chest | 
| Ain’t about the game, then I can’t invest | 
| Wouldn’t expect nothing less | 
| Get a chick put her to the test | 
| Can she get the pack through with no arrest | 
| Them haters came from the left | 
| But I was high, so I’ve seen the money and the fam | 
| Nothing come between them, putting all bets on my team | 
| I be gone all summer 16 | 
| my angels, keep my rides clean | 
| You niggas know what I mean | 
| All they see is the paper | 
| But they don’t understand it the way I got it | 
| All they see is the paper | 
| But they don’t understand it the way I got it | 
| All they see is the paper | 
| But they don’t understand it the way I got it | 
| All they see is the paper | 
| But they don’t understand it the way I got it |