X.O. think he all that It's 2020 And I ain't got time for no fake-ass shit, nigga I'm straight thuggin', pussy I'm back to the basics, nigga (Zoom, zoom, twenty-one, oh, X.O., twenty-one, oh, X.O.) Don't come to me with no brudda brudda shit, nigga I ain't your brother, your mama ain't had me, pussy-ass nigga I don't know your papi One, two, three, let's go Rolls Royce truck but my windows ain't tinted (Gang) Traphouse jumpin' like a Wendy's or a Denny's (Woo) He ain't stoppin' shit, I decide when I finish (Nope) Racist-ass judge, he decide who get sentenced (Hoe) She a bad bitch, eat the pussy like a spinach She'll suck dick on the way to the dentist I ain't never leavin' my bitch, she a dime (Nope) Why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Go) Trap out the drip, this a Dior hoodie (Sauce) Stash on full, need somewhere to put it (Where?) FN on me with the blue tip bullets (Clutch) Thinkin' it's a prop 'til I up it (Then), pull it (Bow) Paparazzi on me and the fans keep askin' (What?) Why you swap the bougie bitch out for a ratchet? (Why?) Championship ring like a small face Patek (Win it) Lambo' truck and car parked at the mansion (Skrrt) I met her in June, she let me hit soon She ate the dick like a prune (Uh-uh) I hop in the vroom, the bass go boom Call me Lil Boosie, I zoom (Scratch off) I'm still on that hood shit, ridin' with a full clip (Hunnid) Tank top Fruity Loom (Right now) I'm with some buffoons that walk up and face shit Now you a hot air balloon (Go) Rolls Royce truck but my windows ain't tinted (Gang) Traphouse jumpin' like a Wendy's or a Denny's (Woo) He ain't stoppin' shit, I decide when I finish (Nope) Racist-ass judge, he decide who get sentenced (Fuck 'em) She a bad bitch, eat the pussy like a spinach She'll suck dick on the way to the dentist I ain't never leavin' my bitch, she a dime (Dime) Why would I switch out a dime for a penny? Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Gang) Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for any? (Gang, gang) Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Gang, gang) Woo, woo, one, two, three, let's go When I pulled up, all the bad bitches get in (What up?) Know I'm the shit 'cause the bad bitches sit in' I can't come in 'less the choppas, they get in (Brr) I can't come in 'less the robbers, they fit in Rocks on my wrist and my ice cost two milli' I'm a young rich nigga, stacked to the ceilin' (Fact) Walkin' the bike, diddy-bop like I'm Diddy (Boppin') One, two, three, let's go Pull through the drive-through, a killer gon' surprise you (Hey) If you kill a rap nigga, 12 gonna harass you (Hey) These niggas out here snitchin', disguise you I'ma go and buy some more land, that's value (Gang, gang) I put my dick inside you (Gang, gang) She took a Plan B and I knew (Gang, gang) She said her bitch got a lil' bitch, and her lil' bitch admire you Rolls Royce truck but my windows ain't tinted (Gang) Traphouse jumpin' like a Wendy's or a Denny's (Woo) He ain't stoppin' shit, I decide when I finish (Nope) Racist-ass judge, he decides who get sentenced (Fuck 'em) She a bad bitch, eat the pussy like a spinach She'll suck dick on the way to the dentist I ain't never leavin' my bitch, she a dime (Dime) Why would I switch out a dime for a penny? Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Gang) Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for any? (Gang, gang) Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Gang, gang) Woo, woo

Ah Huh Yeah (Legend) I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah) I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mil's is all that I see (yeah, yeah) Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me I eat the weak, I'm a beast A bowl of rappers, I feast You know they say talk is cheap Well, I baguette'd my teeth Got some new weapons for my team You can't compare to my team (yeah, yeah, yeah) Who? Three letters, yeah, P.R.E (yeah) Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Money in my pocket, in my head and on your head (Racks) You heard what I said, chopper knock off face and dreads, uh Sittin' on case, sweepin' with niña in the bed Yeah, I'm walkin' with the dead, Benjamins up in my pants Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm ballin', diamonds dance in my Lamb' Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm ballin', yeah, my left wrist cost a Lamb' My left wrist cost a Lamb', yeah, my left wrist cost a Lamb', goddamn Goddamn, damn, goddamn Goddamn, damn, damn, damn (the fuck?) Goddamn, damn, damn, damn (yeah) Damn, goddamn, damn, damn (icy) I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah) I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mills is all that I see (yeah, yeah) Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me (uh, uh) Nickname my .223 TLC 'cause I creep with the heat (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got big ol' Glocks, we clear the spot and spin the block like CDs (yeah, yeah, yeah) I stunt so hard, it look easy, you see white diamonds, I'm cheesin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everything real, bitch, my grill cost a krill (yeah) Solitaries in my ears, bitch (yeah), look at this here (yeah) Bitch, look at this here (look), my diamonds, they crystal clear (woo) Yeah, my diamonds crystal clear (Ice, ice), I caught you starin' like a deer (bitch) Come get your bitch, dawg, look down at my phone, got twenty missed calls Ridin' with a hunnid shots, I got enough for all of y'all Yeah, I ran it up and ain't look back ever since, dawg I pull up in the yellow thang with the yellow Richard Mille on, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I hop on the block, the yellow belt, the yellow Richard on Yeah, yeah, yeah, the yellow Richard on Yeah, I hop up out the yellow whip I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah) I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mills is all that I see (yeah) Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me (hoe play with me) (nah)

Ayo, Bandplay Fuck, fuck you lookin' at, bitch? Let the band play I asked this bitch, she must like what she see, what she see Then she told me ain't another like me, like me Naw, baby, ain't no nigga like Key, like Key Yeah, I'ma run it up 'til I'm deceased, deceased Yeah, I just killed the parking lot, RIP, RIP I been getting so much guap, can't get no sleep, get no sleep My new Eliantte piece a hundred G's, yeah Call me Mr. Freeze, diamonds cold, below degrees, yeah And I got that heat, shoot like D-Wade at the three I hit the crowd, scream game over, you play with me Yeah, I got that lemon squeeze, smoking on some lemon trees, yeah This bitch from IG on her knees at my suite, yeah And everything on fleek from my chopper to her weave, yeah Bitch, I hustle hard and I make that shit look easy I asked this bitch, she must like what she see, what she see Then she told me ain't another like me, like me Naw, baby, ain't no nigga like Key, like Key Yeah, I'ma run it up 'til I'm deceased I asked this bitch, she must like what she see, what she see Then she told me ain't another like me, like me Naw, baby, ain't no nigga like Key, like Key (Glizzock) Yeah, I'ma run it up 'til I'm deceased, deceased Yeah, I'ma run it up until I can't no more, yeah I'ma run it up because I can't go broke, yeah Bitch, I came from shit so now I'm walking marble floors I put money over bitches, yeah, you know the motto Yeah, I need my guap, hoe, I get extra large dough My lil' niggas take your cheese, they like, "That is not yours" I got this bitch from overseas and her head game is a pro Yeah, I know you heard of me, Glizzock AKA the G.O.A.T I asked this bitch, she must like what she see, what she see Then she told me ain't another like me, like me (Key Glock) Naw, baby, ain't no nigga like Key, like Key (naw, baby) Yeah, I'ma run it up 'til I'm deceased (run it up, run it up, yeah) 'Til I can't no more, yeah Run it up 'cause I can't go broke, nah

Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) I'll see you later on (later on) Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) See you when I get home (when I get home) … Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde You could be my wife, text me, call me I need you in my life, yeah, all that, everyday I need ya And every time I see ya, my feelings get deeper I miss ya, I miss ya, I really wanna kiss you but I can't Six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two … Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) I'll see you later on (later on) Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) See you when I get home (when I get home) … Baby, I been thinking lately so much about you Everything about you, I like it, I love it Kissing you in public, thinking nothing of it Roses by the dozen, talking on the phone Baby, you so sexy, your voice is so lovely I love your complexion, I miss ya, I miss ya, I miss ya I really wanna kiss you but I can't Six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two … Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) I'll see you later on (later on) Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) See you when I get home (when I get home) … She call my phone like Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da We on the phone like Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da We taking pics like Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da She dial my number like Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two … Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you But I can't right now So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) I'll see you later on (later on) Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone) See you when I get home (when I get home)

Draco, Soulja She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap (Phantom) She make it (yeah, yeah, yeah) She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap, ooh-uh She make it clap Ride around town with the strap in my lap, ooh, yeah She make it clap I'm tryna grab and then hit from the back Told her, "Drop it down" 'cause I like that After I hit then I be right back I walk in the club then whip out them racks I'm blowing on gas, she doing her dance She making it clap, I might have a heart attack I walk in the club, and I'm making it rain with them stacks She drop it to the ground, she know that it fat I run through that sack when I thumb through them racks I whip up that dough, boy, I'm fresh out the trap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap I hit from the back Walk in the club and I thumb through them racks (ooh) She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it (ooh) She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it (yeah, yeah-yeah) She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap She make it clap, clap, clap, yeah (uh)

I'm in the booth with marijuana eyes, Uh, Soulja Boy Tellem, uh I love females who like to wear their toes out, Call me a fire hydrants, i bring them hoes out, I got a lot of people want whats hanging from neck Call me what you want, just don’t call me collect, Tell me whats the deal, what to do with this beef shit, Say ***** me on youtube and when you see me you didn’t do Shit, I don’t believe you rappers, who you kidding dog, Save your lame game for your mutha*****ing memory cards, [Trey Songz - Chorus] I want the money, Money and the cars, Cars and the clothes, The hoes, I suppose, I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful. I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful. I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful [Verse One] Hip Hop is like school yeah I had to learn it, Beef is like a blank disc yeah I had to burn it, They finally showing me respect but I had to earn it, I’m heading to the finish line ain't got no time for U-turns, Today I realised I am not perfect, everything I did to get Here wasn't really worth it, why won’t they just let me be Great, you fall down seven times you stand up eight, Realize true happiness lies inside of you, Everyday give yourself a mental shampoo, The birds sing after the muth *****ing storm gone, If you want to sing, you can always sing this song, Turn my swag on is my theme song, Theres a 95% chance that it used to be your ringtone, I got swiss in the cheese but I don’t yodel, Heart tatted in my neck they love my vocal’s [Trey Songz - Chorus] [Verse Two] As I sit back and spit this crack, I leak it on the internet and watch my haters react, Fifty said they can’t read between the lines, So I jab uppercut punch line after punch line, Know your thinking damn Soulja going hard right now, And I’m thinking damn, this is just a star right now, Soulja Boy is gone on the renegade, If life give you lemons make lemonade [Trey Songz - Chorus] [Soulja Boy talking] uh, No one person on this earth can change their past, But every single person on this earth can start today and Change their future, Thats real shit

It's all about the Benjamins baby It's all about the Benjamins baby Now, what y'all want to do Want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Trying to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah living the raw deal, three course meals; spaghetti, fettuccine and veal But still everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for trying to bury Seven zeros over in Rio Di Janeiry Ain't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word Swimming in women with they own condominiums Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums It's all about the Benjamins, what I get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts Five carats on my hands with the cuts And something European chromed out with the clutch, what I want it all figured out, fuck being a broke nigga Drinking malt liquor, driving a broke Viga I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers Lost your touch we kept ours, popping Cristals Freaking the three-quarter reptiles Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep For my team so while you sleep I'm a scheme We see through, that's why nobody never going to believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews Don't let the melody intrigue you Because I leave you, I'm only here For that green paper with the eagle I'm strictly trying to cop those colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's Mienda, with cash flowing like Sosa And the Latin chick transporting in the chocha Stampeding over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealing weight by Minnesota Avoiding narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas Stash in the building with this chick named Alona From Daytona, when I was young I want to bone her But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants Tricking and taking me skiing, at the Aspens Gangsta mental, stay popping Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown Pinkie ringing, gondolas with the man singing Italian music down the river with your chick clinging To my bizzalls, player you mad false Acting hard when you as pussy as RuPaul It's all about the Benjamins baby It's all about the Benjamins baby Now, what y'all want to do It's all about the Benjamins baby Want to be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins baby Brawlers, who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers It's all about the Benjamins baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus What the blood clot Want to bumble with the Bee huh Bzzz throw a hex on the whole family Dressed in all black like The Omen Have your friends singing "this is for my homies" And you know me from making niggas so sick Floss in my six with the 'Lex on the wrist If it's murder, you know she wrote it German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throat it Know you want to fill the room because it's platinum coated Take your pick, got a firearm you should've toted Suck a dick all that bullshit you kick Player hating from the sideline Get your own shit, why you riding mine I'm a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380s in Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby Only female in my crew and I kick shit Like a nigga do, pull the trigger too, fuck you! I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' the ice grill Make it hard to figure me liquor be kicking me In my asshole, undercover Donnie Brasco Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740 Rocking Redman and Naughty, oh where's my kitty cat Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at And I'm living that fo' life, we push weight Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway Player haters get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's What It's all about the Benjamins baby It's all about the Benjamins baby

Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya If not burn it, get hot like a furnace Shoot the video motherfuck city permits We own the city, on the phone with Diddy Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook With the game and the soldiers sit When I came, the game that I owed you one Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking Watch the task force task for look Marlboro It's a big chance, big pants Might guard him with my man's a type barber Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue You ain't my crew, then who are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up out the water I'm break this game till it say out of order Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler All the five quarters, headline supporters Hitting wives and daughters Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders Call Puffy to order Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem Make raps and tracks and go Harlem Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots I don't even buy luggage, ya love it Make moves major, hide out in Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano Flow in their channel with the opposite handle Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob Quit they day job Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing You the only one who gets played for bling, bling I represent eight blocks and sing-sing Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens Moves for paper, moves no chaser Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it (We ain't do it) Now let's get it (Let's get it) Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) Make this money Take this money (Let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (Let's get it) Ain't shit funny Shake it honey (Let's get it) Take it money Now let's get it (Let's get it) (Let's get it) (Let's get it)

come across The more problems we see What's going on? (Oh, what's going on?) Somebody tell me (what's going on?) I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see

All bark no bite, that's what these niggas is, hol' up Put my whole neck on ice, that's what my jeweler did Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in) Instagram hoes wanna meet him If she ain't talkin' 'bout eatin' him (bitch eat it) Leave that bitch in the DM Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy I go to sleep wi' (?) (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches) Used to wear my uncle's hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn't fit em' Now I'm makin' moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin' for niggas, they not out I'm killin' them niggas, they pop out, bitch I'm stick, get knocked down (Bridge: Moneybagg Yo) That's a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands Shit won't fall (shit won't fall), shit won't spill (shit won't spill) Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands Half a M (half a mil), no advance (Chorus: Tee Grizzley) Don't even trip (don't even trip), don't even trip Look at my fit, that's too much drip, don't even trip (that's too much drip) I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don't even trip (steal your bitch) I got that stick, I'm surgical with it, don't even trip Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch) Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip I got that stick, nigga don't even flinch (don't even flinch in this bitch) (Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo) My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin'?), got your bitch shiverin' AP that's a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag) She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci) Don't even trip, you know where she at I just want the top, I uber her back This big ol' clip in the way of my drip Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip If I feel disrespected, this draco gon' rip I got the foreigns and guns like (?) Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?) Half a ticket cash, it won't (?) (what my wrist cost) Two shows, one night, that's a eighty piece (yeah right) Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin' for piece My grill lookin' busy, and you know I'm from Memphis I'm fuckin' with Grizzley (Chorus: Tee Grizzley) Don't even trip (don't even trip), don't even trip Look at my fit, that's too much drip, don't even trip (that's too much drip) I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don't even trip (steal your bitch) I got that stick, I'm surgical with it, don't even trip Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch) Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip I got that stick, nigga don't even flinch (don't even flinch in this bitch) (Verse 3: Tee Grizzley) Don't even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash) Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective Don't fu*kwith me if you expectin' for me to keep callin' and textin' Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin' me messy Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats She seen it, starin', got caught, embarrassed Location, send it, go get her, mansion No panties, erection, naked, hol' up, catch it Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside When I'm in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside Neck gon' glow, wrist gon' dance, two hunnid bands, what's my advance I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I'ma shoot at his head Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep Think shit, sweet, you gon' bleed, bitch don't even trip (Bridge: Moneybagg Yo) That's a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands Shit won't fall (shit won't fall), shit won't spill (shit won't spill) Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands Half a M (half a mil), no advance (Chorus: Tee Grizzley) Don't even trip (don't even trip), don't even trip Look at my fit, that's too much drip, don't even trip (that's too much drip) I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don't even trip (steal your bitch) I got that stick, I'm surgical with it, don't even trip Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch) Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip I got that stick, nigga don't even flinch (don't even flinch in this bitch)

Yeah Glizock Buh (Let the BandPlay) ayy Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby I get money, baby (yeah) Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred My car go two hundred, baby (woo) I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby I be runnin', baby (phew, phew, phew) I be chasin' after money, baby I get money, baby (phew, phew, phew) Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby I get money, baby Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred My car go two hundred, baby I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby I be runnin', baby (phew, phew, phew) I be chasin' after money, baby I get money, baby, yeah But I could never chase a bitch though (uh-uh) And I could never give a nigga too much info (yeah) You gamblin' with your life, stop playin' What they hittin' for? (What's up?) I'm still hittin' licks, nigga Just hit one not too long ago (yeah, yeah, yeah) I just hit this nigga bitch and I just hit somebody ho I take this stick up off my hip and then your brains is on the floor I take this stick up off my hip and turn your ass into a ghost I'm finna cop that double R Dawn 'Cause I don't believe in ghosts, no And Lord knows these niggas hatin' Yeah, and I don't fuck with pigs But keep a pocket full of bacon (yeah, yeah, yeah) I just keep on buyin' whips They like, "Young nigga, you's crazy" (let's go) I be gettin' that shit and flippin' that shit And spendin' that shit and stackin' that shit, then savin' it (ayy) Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby I get money, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred My car go two hundred, baby (skrrt) I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby I be runnin', baby (phew, phew, phew, phew) I be chasin' after money, baby I get money, baby (yeah) Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby I get money, baby (bitch) Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred My car go two hundred, baby I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby I be runnin', baby I be chasin' after money, baby I get money, baby (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I be gettin' to that bag (phew), gettin' to that bag I be gettin' to that bag (phew), gettin' to that bag I be gettin' to that bag (phew), gettin' to that bag I be gettin' to that bag (phew), I just made a bag (yeah) Ayy, what? I be gettin' to that money every goddamn day I just stuffed another hundred in my goddamn K Bond money, I ain't worried 'bout no goddamn case God can't even stop it I want that chopper in your face Whack an opp with no problem Smoke him broad day just like Day Day Yeah, smoke your ass like a Rasta I hang with shottas, they don't play These niggas down bad, they starvin' But me, you know I can't relate Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby I get money, baby (Glizock) Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred My car go two hundred, baby (yeah) I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby I be runnin', baby I be chasin' after money, baby I get money, baby (yeah) Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby I get money, baby Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred My car go two hundred, baby (bitch) I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby I be runnin', baby I be chasin' after money, baby I get money, baby, yeah (yeah)

Pull up to the trap Peekin' out the peephole Give you two shots Like I'm shootin' free throws Cubans on my neck That's a lot of kilos Pack touched down So now I'm on reload Pull up to the trap (Pull up) Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?) Give you two shots (Bow bow) Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha) Cubans on my neck (Cubans) That's a lot of kilos (Kilos) Pack touched down (It's here) So now I'm on reload (Reload) Pull up in my trap car Hit the trap house dishin' that dope out Hop out with that stick out Please don't trip out I might flip out I know a Cuban he don't speak english I need a translator (I need some better talk!) Give me whatever I need Uncle Sammy Told me to pay him later (Throw that shine yeah nigga) I heard the car pull up outside I look at the blindfold (Who that? Who that?) Yeah my stupid ass baby mama Think I'm in here with side hoes (Stupid bitch!) Bitch I'm in here with nine bows, (Right now!) Tryna get the whole 9 sold (Right now!) And you make a scene causing commotion Trying to give me some time hoe? (What you twelve or something?) Walk in your trap and take over your trap, I'm like Bankroll (Fresh!) Come and take your shit repo (Give me that!) Make you tuck your shit, Debo Hey, hey! I'm so ahead of them check out my schedule Gotti and MoneyBagg oh that's 2Federal Fuck what they talking 'bout I'm running up revenue Go do the same, that's what you better do Pull up to the trap Peekin' out the peephole Give you two shots Like I'm shootin' free throws Cubans on my neck That's a lot of kilos Pack touch down So now I'm on reload Pull up to the trap (Pull up) Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?) Give you two shots (Bow bow) Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha) Cubans on my neck (Cubans) That's a lot of kilos (Kilos) Pack touched down (It's here) So now I'm on reload MoneyBagg and Gotti (2Federal) It's like we got the cheat code (Yup) We talk nothin' but gangsta shit and get money with Chicos (Chicos) CMG the label And we distribute kilos (Kilos) And we'll spend your budget (On what?) On foreign whips with two doors (Ugh) I'm 2Federal a nigga talkin' shit etc etc You a little hater hater it fit your character I'll fuck around and embarrass you Hold up listen Tell a nigga I made 20 million would you believe me? Young nigga told me he made 100, 000 listenin' to me and Jeezy (I believe him) I was 'Trap or Die', gettin' rich or die tryin' (What else?) Before I made cocaine music fire (What else?) Ran off on the plug with seventy five (What else?) I was robbing niggas runnin' with the gats (Young nigga grindin' trying to get a nine) But the price high Everybody telling me to drop that CM now The streets dry Pull up to the trap (Pull up) Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?) Give you two shots (Bow bow) Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha) Cubans on my neck (Cubans) That's a lot of kilos (Kilos) Pack touched down (It's here) So now I'm on reload Pull up to the trap (Pull up) Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?) Give you two shots (Bow bow) Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha) Cubans on my neck (Cubans) That's a lot of kilos (Kilos) Pack touched down (It's here) So now I'm on reload