| Hey |
| Hey, hey |
| Hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| You done did enough for me, but it ain’t enough for me |
| I’m ridin' around in the SUV |
| I’m flamin' the dope up especially |
| My niggas together like assembly |
| I need that bag, it’s my destiny |
| Ayy, go, go |
| I need that money like pronto |
| I’m rollin' the gas in the fronto |
| These bitches, they be desperado |
| The CLS on Forgiatos |
| You wanna be me, nigga, I know |
| I’m off the Xans, I’m finna stop though |
| I got a nine like Rondo |
| Oh, you ballin'? Don’t go out of bounds though |
| I’m in the back with a freak ho |
| I’m shootin' the gat like a free throw |
| Oh, he cool? He wanna be me though |
| I see the fake through a peephole |
| And I don’t fuck with people |
| I got the pole like Home Depot |
| He spendin' his last on a repost |
| Smokin' on that diesel |
| I’m high as fuck like an eagle |
| She said she fuck with my ego |
| It’s a testimony like cathedral |
| You a snake, boy, you deceitful |
| I might blow this bitch like a C4 |
| I got the G2, it’s illegal |