text: Woo
  Kilo wrapped round my neck 
  Wanted round for a check 
  Hundred bets nigga bet
  Money, power and respect
  Model bitches with me wet 
  Fuck her til she out of breath 
  New niggas thinking you gangsta
  I fuck around and buy ya set 
  Still ballin, aint shit changed 
  Sitting court side at a Knick game
  Did the right thing no Spike Lee
  You dont know another nigga like me 
  THUG-E-S-T to the sight
  Cartier cover my eyes
  They wanna know what the fuck else could I want
  That revenue be my reply
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  I done lost count of all the money I make
  They dont even make em like me now days, nigga 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  Bought a new coupe, had to tell a bad bitch with me work
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  VVSs on my wrist
  Crooked, too legit to quit 
  High as a sky scraper screamin, Hi, haters crack a seal pint and sip
  Hope you niggas aint forget
  Im the nigga with the hits 
  Ball on these niggas and bitches
  I feel like Michael Jordan back in 96 
  Call me Skeme, call me crooked
  Call me anything that you want to but broke 
  Stuntin homie, money on me looking like I’m meeting papi at the boat 
  Type of shit that make them alphabet boys look at you like you still selling dope 
  Its billions of niggas out here in these streets
  And still I’m the realest you know 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  I done lost count of all the money I make 
  They dont even make em like me now days, nigga 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  Bought a new coupe, had to tell a bad bitch with me work 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  I run, I run, I run, I run em
  Hunnid, now you run the track 
  I get my money, let it stack, yeah
  Fuck your bitch from the back
  Water, water on my neck 
  Blood, money, Skeme, me 
  Drive by on your legs 
  Swervin on my ex 
  Hundred-fifty, count it up
  Hundred-fifty, down-down, my pockets swole 
  Hundred-fifty, count it up
  Down-down, hundred-fifty, my pocket whole 
  Chain swang, chain water
  Water down my chain, always glow
  Hang with killa, real nigga
  Drug dealer, keep that on the low 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  I done lost count of all the money I make 
  They dont even make em like me now days, nigga 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  They dont even make em like me now days 
  Bought a new coupe, had to tell a bad bitch with me work 
  They dont even make em like me now days