text: Woah, where am I?
  Yeah, lets go
  Lets go!
  Get it back, Ima make the money flip 
  New Maybach, cost one eighty-six 
  Thats in racks, why yo bitch like my drip? 
  This aint Saks, get my drugs from the fifth 
  My money long, my team is strong
  I had to get rid of some of the problems 
  I never think like that shit bout the dollar
  Look at your chain, your jewelry look childish
  Look at my neck and its straight like a fountain
  I make accountants go watch my accountants 
  Your girl keep on moaning, I like how it sounding
  I put my new crib on top of a mountain
  I introduce your old girl to your new
  Yeah, we had to make it do what it do 
  I got 10 bands in my jeans
  Balmain religion, not these is not true 
  I put that girl in a dream
  I hit it once and I made your girl cream
  All of my cars, yeah them shits mad green
  Got a shiny Rolls Royce like, what do you mean? 
  Paint shine like I sprayed with that oil sheen 
  I count up my vegetables
  Cause you know Imma just keep it a bean
  I member I fucked that bitch on the vestibule
  That was way back when I was in my teens
  I could put a motherfuckin lil lil check on you
  That shit prolly be like 15
  Thousand yeah a nigga so fresh so clean
  Yeah hit my block, get the best of me
  Yeah my dough-nuts like Krispy Kreme
  Got a vest on me, this a Tech on me
  And I didnt even mean to talk bout no lean
  And wire on my head like a HOV
  Got thousands on my wrist and this shits aint cheap
  This a grown man truck, this is not no jeep 
  Get it back, Ima make the money flip 
  New Maybach, cost one eighty-six 
  Thats in racks, why yo bitch like my drip? 
  This aint Saks, get my drugs from the fifth 
  My money long, my team is strong
  I had to get rid of some of the problems 
  I never think like that shit bout the dollar
  Look at your chain, your jewelry look childish
  Look at my neck and it still look like a fountain
  I make accountants go watch my accountants 
  Your girl keep on moaning, I like how it sounding
  I put my new crib on top of a mountain
  Saw all day, in a small hallway
  Where the work was a 10
  I aint leavin
  Its crazy, Im tatted, I fill up my body
  With angels, still with the mind of a demon
  Belt look sus, jeans feel tight
  And the ass feel right in them jeans, its the meanest
  Plus Im in love with the fact that she’s somebodys girl
  But I still fill her face up with semen
  I done took trips on trips I seen it
  Fell in love with a big head girl like Gina
  Lost gang to the jails in a year, who seen it?
  I dont feel pain no more, I mean it 
  They done found cake on the floor when they caught me
  Lately Im cool off the shits, dont cross me
  Packing a tool with a grip, get em off me
  Hopefully you with the shits best off me
  I been on my own time, cant wait
  Might hit once like ice no bake
  Four pound long as the nose on Ginob 
  So I’m more like Kobe when he balled with the eight
  No, Im more like Grant on ice when I skate
  At work, got Grits in the pot, thats gang
  On Crip but its not gon bang
  They dont talk work on the Westside King DEGA
  Get it back, Ima make the money flip 
  New Maybach, cost one eighty-six 
  Thats in racks, why yo bitch like my drip? 
  This aint Saks, get my drugs from the fifth 
  My money long, my team is strong
  I had to get rid of some of the problems 
  I never think like that shit bout the dollar
  Look at your chain, your jewelry look childish
  Look at my neck and it still look like a fountain
  I make accountants go watch my accountants 
  Your girl keep on moaning, I like how it sounding
  I put my new crib on top of a mountain