text: 150, 150
  150, my new chain costs one-fifty 
  Pull up to the club, I aint got none wit me 
  Except my pockets swole, look like something bit me 
  That boy say he dont like me, come and get me 
  Pull up, extra poles, and I got a 50 
  Got my Rollie on, this is not a ticky 
  My car aint got no license plate, cant get no ticket 
  Ill be saucing, Ill be swaggin, Ill be drippin 
  Magic hit the toll like a rockin dicky 
  Told the Nicky, Im a sticky, Ima hit it 
  Know I do not know why all these girls be trippin 
  Diamonds they water, look like the water, that be Pacific 
  Move the four, it got the beam, so I am not missing 
  Everytime that they score, on the real boy, yeah it feels like its Christmas 
  Boy, what you know about killin?
  What you know about drug dealin? 
  What you know about them millions?
  Boy, better mind yo business
  Stack it all the way to the ceiling
  She cant get in my feelings 
  Sometimes life gets tricky 
  Boy, now I keep 150
  150, 150
  150, my new chain costs one-fifty 
  Pull up to the club, I aint got none wit me 
  Except my pockets swole, look like something bit me 
  You aint ever been to them trenches
  Never had a Glock in your britches
  Heard you been rockin with snitches
  You lil niggas is bitches 
  You are witnessin killers 
  Vert, yeah thats my nigga 
  We just be getting to the millions 
  Beating up reckless civilians
  I did all this shit independent, I dont even know what a deal is
  Hating on me, you a lil nigga, I do it real big
  Aint no such thing as a used to be, for a nigga, it still is
  Take 150 and go spend it with my real friends
  Swervo, you too turned up 
  Nigga, play with me, get burned up 
  Raw mistake, and Ill be right there in that field again
  Tryna go drill again
  My mobs motivation cause they stealin pens
  If your brain a notebook, they cant steal the pen
  From sunny knife, Im born to lose, but Im built to win
  Wish I could look in Caps eyes and see what killed them in
  Know you see me whipping Benz, getting it in
  Getting twenty million, streams a week, on chief, Im checking again
  Disrespecting them bands, they aint ever got no advance
  Spend a stack on my pants
  And my t shirt Philip Lan, I dont rock regular brands
  Twenty pointer baguettes, all on my neck, can see em, yeah damn
  Prolly gonna put a Patek on my hands, yeah damn 
  I never eat swine again but Im going ham 
  I dont know how to drive but I still wanna roll in the lamb 
  Know a lot of niggas want me to die, but I dont give a damn 
  Keep a 40 on me every night, Ima go to the fam