Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I've been makin' money, I've been smackin' every rapper
Everybody wanna fight me, everybody wanna go
I'm off of my neck and it all
Yeah, I feel like a grand, I'm the best in my city
They don't call me out, so they're callin' me pretty
I carry the game and it's all in my bag
And this brick in my back make me feel like I'm fitted
I'm ridin' my racks, now I'm ridin' my racks
I be freestylin' tracks and they know I'm legit
They say I'm not gonna go make it, but they look like clowns
Really? Haha, yeah
So, so, so, so, so, so, so
Talkin' my name, I'ma beat on the rapper
I'm makin' the money, I'm flippin' the chapter
I won't even stop and they know I'm a bad boy
You talkin' my dummy, just know if I can't, but my money
I'm wearin', I'm makin' that money, they're already dummies
They lookin' like dummies, I'm baggin' them dummies
I got trophy in the bag and she chew on my liquor
Girl, if she sour, no pickle, but I get it
Best in the month, like it's early dismissal
Thought I was finished, but they know I started
I'm makin' a numbin', I'm ridin', we'll start it