text: I paid some extra before we even come out
  And dont even wear it to show I aint playin
  I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks
  And I pull up my pants, she know I aint stayin
  Go on a store run and get rubber bands
  I done got rich, I done put on my mans
  Choppers in traffic, thats just how Im livin
  They say that Im trippin, they wouldnt understand
  She take a trip, she come back with a tan
  I take a trip, I come back with them bands
  When I was dealin, it really was killin em
  Had em competin, tryna see what Im payin
  She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
  She dont like pics, I got too many fans
  Im runnin shit, I can do what I want
  And its really a limit, you do what you can
  I found the booth and I put that shit up
  Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land
  I fell in love with this bitch cause her head was amazing
  I swear I dont even know her name
  Im bout to takeoff, I gave em a chance
  They gave me ten M&Ms on advance
  Thought Id be trappin forever, but God came and blessed me
  I guess it was part of the plan
  How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?
  Cant get at you, we gon get at your man
  They can relate to me cause I be poppin it
  Put in they face, let em see what Im sayin
  Im rockin shows like I play with a band
  Free all the bros, know I would if I can
  If I dont mean it, I swear I aint sayin it
  Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin
  Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up
  Dior store cant keep up with me
  Im spendin thousands like money is nothin to me
  Im never comin back, them people under me
  Not the fans, yeah, the haters
  Lotta bands on the table
  They say I went commercial, I aint know it
  They want me catch a murder, I aint goin back
  Play myself and my position, who doin that?
  We got FN with extensions, we throwin that
  Her ass got my full attention, she throwin that
  Niggas talkin way too much, I aint goin back
  And forth with niggas cause these niggas be holdin racks
  On the real, yeah, we know you dont own them racks
  Four pockets full, push em down, they start pokin back
  I turned eight million right until Im a quarterback
  Spent a million like Im tryna bring Kobe back 
  Im ready, Im ready, I use the crockpot like its Betty
  They say the drop hot and its ready
  Might stretch it out, but it aint fetti 
  Say my dawg doin time
  But I know he aint gonna snitch cause its still some shit he didnt tell me
  My dawg stabbed his celly
  He told me the whole story over the celly 
  Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly
  Fucked her in the telly, no I cant not say who, no telly
  My head gettin heavy
  And you know I still got Balmains on my ass 
  No, I cant do no Amiris
  Said Im takin trips, long flights, they scary
  She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries
  I told her, Gotta go, she said, You serious?
  Diamonds cold as December, my vibe Sagittarius
  Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up 
  Dior store cant keep up with me
  Im spendin thousands like money is nothin to me
  Im never comin back, them people under me
  Not the fans, yeah, the haters
  Lotta bands on the table
  They say I went commercial, I aint know it
  They want me catch a murder, I aint goin back
  Play myself and my position, who doin that?
  I can switch up and come back another way
  If the vibe aint right, come back another day
  Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave
  Remix weed, we put it in a microwave
  Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J
  He can say what he want, but he gotta pay
  Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay
  Sell my drugs round the corner
  I pay all these bills, Im a grownup
  My cars a lil different, I own em
  I aint with no leasin, my bitch tellin me I need credit
  Its loud and clear if I said it
  I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys
  You can take me out the hood, but you cant take the hood out of me
  Know the hood proud of me
  I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth
  Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me
  Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up
  Dior store cant keep up with me
  Im spendin thousands like money is nothin to me
  Im never comin back, them people under me
  Not the fans, yeah, the haters
  Lotta bands on the table
  They say I went commercial, I aint know it
  They want me catch a murder, I aint goin back
  Play myself and my position, who doin that?