text: Status 
  Millionaire status, Im gettin paid
  Baddest
  Baddest bitches gon come my way
  Balance 
  Lost my balance, but Im okay 
  Countin
  Stackin my benjis every day
  Got an XO piece, square rocks 
  All my opps dead, I hope they rot 
  Chopper go chop-chop-chop 
  Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top 
  Clean the block, block, block 
  My shooter got a mop, mop, mop 
  How much money you got? 
  I told her a lot, lot, lot 
  Brown boy got the game on lock 
  Brown boy fuckin all these thots 
  Run up, we gon pop, pop, pop 
  Brown boy aint never get got 
  Gucci on every sock 
  Got her suckin my cock, cock, cock 
  Got ice, talkin rock, rock, rocks 
  Summertime, need a drop, drop, drop 
  Im scared of gettin caught, caught, caught 
  Let him bleed out, he got shot 
  Lots of cameras on my block 
  If I get caught, I wont talk 
  I know they wanna see me in a box 
  Pull over, then I take off 
  Cover my body with expensive cloth 
  Status 
  Millionaire status, Im gettin paid
  Baddest
  Baddest bitches gon come my way
  Balance 
  Lost my balance, but Im okay 
  Countin
  Stackin my benjis every day
  Got an XO piece, square rocks 
  All my opps dead, I hope they rot 
  Chopper go chop-chop-chop 
  Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top 
  Clean the block, block, block 
  My shooter got a mop, mop, mop 
  How much money you got? 
  I told her a lot, lot, lot 
  I told her a lot, lot, lot 
  Cant talk cause you might be the cops 
  Get the bird and I make this shit flock 
  I can make the bird do the worm out the pot 
  Fuckin on your bitch, I secure my spot 
  Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop 
  Woah, come on now, why would I stop? Yeah 
  I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah 
  When I was ridin on the block, uh 
  That girl, she a nat-nat, yeah 
  I need a fly swat, swat, uh 
  She like the way Im mixin up my rocks, yeah 
  The diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah 
  The Rollie dont ever tick-tock, yeah
  My sections dont never, um, flop, yeah
  One-nine-four-two, yeah
  Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah
  He talkin shit, then he got shot 
  Them bullets went through him, they hot 
  He leakin, that boy need a mop 
  That Glock, it dont miss, got a dot 
  I sold over, so how could I flop? 
  She keep speakin, that bitch, she a thot 
  Status 
  Millionaire status, Im gettin paid
  Baddest
  Baddest bitches gon come my way
  Balance 
  Lost my balance, but Im okay 
  Countin
  Stackin my benjis every day
  Got an XO piece, square rocks 
  All my opps dead, I hope they rot 
  Chopper go chop-chop-chop 
  Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top 
  Clean the block, block, block 
  My shooter got a mop, mop, mop 
  How much money you got? 
  I told her a lot, lot, lot