text: I know Im higher than a bitch, I cant even front
  But I aint never had shit, thats why I like to stunt
  I know that nigga hating on me, this aint what he want
  I know he tryna knock me out because Im Number 1
  Bitch Im ballin on these niggas, Jordan when I dunk
  She popped a perc and sipped my lean, she thought she was drunk
  My niggas savage, riding with the chopper in the trunk
  I Barry Bonds that pussy you know I dont ever bunt
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  I need that work, I need that bag, give me my fucking check
  Im bout to break the bank
  I make the trap jump
  Im rollin up the skunk
  Your boyfriend is a bum
  He say he need that work
  Like pull up whats your order
  I save it like a hoarder
  Then go right to the border
  My bitch a dime piece
  Yo bitch a three piece
  My niggas sellin piece
  Yall fuck with kill piece
  Remember being broke
  They took me as a joke
  Now treat me like the pope
  My lifes so fucking dope
  Bitch I came up, I dont flex for the Gram
  Boy I aint hiding you know who I am
  Niggas be talking I dont give a damn
  I text her the ??? I feel like Uncle Sam
  Bro she like Curry, that 30 dont jam
  I got it back now its all in my hands
  Stayed on my toes I aint switch on my mans
  Kill em, be humble and stick to the plan
  Im in the cut, I dont fuck with the VIP
  These females aint loyal, they always on dicks
  Stay in the job, I cant be in the mix
  They want me to fail but instead I took risks
  Look at me now like Im making them sick
  Fuck all the diamonds, I shine regardless
  I got the vision, yes Im an artist
  I tell em pull up cause we got the bargain
  Bitch Im ballin on these niggas, Jordan when I dunk
  She popped a perc and sipped my lean, she thought she was drunk
  My niggas savage, riding with the chopper in the trunk
  I Barry Bonds that pussy you know I dont ever bunt
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  I need that work, I need that bag, give me my fucking check
  That nigga talking, I know he aint real
  Say he wont switch, bet he will for the deal
  Work my ass off till my hands touch a mil
  Rollin up dope, getting high for the thrill
  Gave her the D now she all in her feels
  Hitting my phone all the time cannot chill
  I do not love you, aint paying ya bills
  She want some clout but I aint Dr. Phil
  We got in late when we came in the door
  Hoes in the couch money all in the floor
  Aint running out keep the bag in galore
  I shine like a star in the clouds where I soar
  Funny thing is I was just by the store
  Trapping with bro making plays to get more
  Now Im on flights taking trips to explore
  Give me two years and Im going on tour
  Its all we got, bitch you know what it is
  Now Im the man you cant call me a kid
  No looking back on the shit that I did
  Hitting them licks, laying low from the pigs
  Rolling up gas drinking lean like im sick
  Bro trappin hard making plays out the whip
  Im in the studio making these hits
  Chasing my dreams while they sit back and wish
  Nigga you know what it is 
  Nigga you know what it aint
  And these niggas aint felt all my pain
  Tell that nigga just stay in his lane
  Smoking gas and its smelling like dank
  And my shooters pull up in a tank
  And she love me, Im fresh out the bank
  I cant save you, girl I aint no saint
  Bitch Im ballin on these niggas, Jordan when I dunk
  She popped a perc and sipped my lean, she thought she was drunk
  My niggas savage, riding with the chopper in the trunk
  I Barry Bonds that pussy you know I dont ever bunt
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  Im running fast to that bag all I know is flex
  I need that work, I need that bag, give me my fucking check