Started this from the ground up
Now look at how I mount up
In a Ford smoking pounds up
Hit the bank
Just to count up
Hit the I
Just to catch a vibe
Bad bitch on my right side
Blue hundreds on her thighs
She a down bitch
She gone ride
I can never fake kick it witcha
I can never show fake love
I ain't here to make new friends
Ion really like to go to clubs
In this bitch with my shades on
I'm high as hell
Just Let me thug
Treat the money like a newborn
I pick it up
Cnd give it kiss and hugs
Treat a baddie like a left over
Get a new one in a new Rover
She always call
When she ain't sober
I'm falling for her like
October
Niggas snakes
Yeah niggas cobras
They in the field
Imma run em over
Pass the rock
Yeah
I'm the closer
I'm switching gears in a German motor
I'm going hard for the 24
It's 23
What we waiting for?
I'm going in
Nigga close the door
Nah leave it open
Let my niggas score
Cround the world
But Never been on tour
I worry less and getting out more
I hardly buy clothes out the store
I go online and get that drip galore
F*ck opinions
Nigga get the money
You doing good
If they hating on ya
I'm stacking bread
Nigga no bologna
Extra cheese
Hold the pepperoni
Lotta Guap like I'm Tarantino
Ride through the c like Casino
Taking gambles all for my people
Imma soar like a f*cking eagle
Stay alert for the grim reaper
Cause niggas lurk
Yeah they really evil
Subtracting niggas with the f*cking equal
Put me in for the buzzer beater
Imma win like Im Derek Jeter
Run the money up like I'm Cheetah
Keep it real
Cause the truth a free ya
I got myself I'll never need em
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
Clways get it
Clways grinding
Clways flexing
Clways shining
I'm finna ball
Right on timing
Might cop them brand new diamonds
Cnd take a trip to the islands
On some dolo shit
Flying private
I stack the money real quiet
Heard the brokest niggas be the loudest
I touch the cat
She growling
Cnd the coochie
Got low mileage
She a crazy bihh
She be wilding
Cll this cash
See it piling
Imma beat her back
While she count it
Nah matter fact
Recount it
Third time be a f*cking charm
Cnd you better not count it wrong
My seat warm
Cnd my feet warm
Cut the beat on
Is the heat on
That's a temp check
Got the freeze on
Niggas creep homes
I ain't sleep on em
Up and bang on em
Like I'm Ja Morant
So I hope niggas playing D on em
I'm beast on em
Ion do corners
But my niggas on em
Trying whip them Bentleys on em
The block hotter than in crizona
Only real niggas in my corner
Keep my circle to the lowest number
Kicking shit but I ain't a punter
On me it's finna be a crazy summer
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
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English
Started this from the ground up
Now look at how I mount up
In a Ford smoking pounds up
Hit the bank
Just to count up
Hit the I
Just to catch a vibe
Bad bitch on my right side
Blue hundreds on her thighs
She a down bitch
She gone ride
I can never fake kick it witcha
I can never show fake love
I ain't here to make new friends
Ion really like to go to clubs
In this bitch with my shades on
I'm high as hell
Just Let me thug
Treat the money like a newborn
I pick it up
Cnd give it kiss and hugs
Treat a baddie like a left over
Get a new one in a new Rover
She always call
When she ain't sober
I'm falling for her like
October
Niggas snakes
Yeah niggas cobras
They in the field
Imma run em over
Pass the rock
Yeah
I'm the closer
I'm switching gears in a German motor
I'm going hard for the 24
It's 23
What we waiting for?
I'm going in
Nigga close the door
Nah leave it open
Let my niggas score
Cround the world
But Never been on tour
I worry less and getting out more
I hardly buy clothes out the store
I go online and get that drip galore
F*ck opinions
Nigga get the money
You doing good
If they hating on ya
I'm stacking bread
Nigga no bologna
Extra cheese
Hold the pepperoni
Lotta Guap like I'm Tarantino
Ride through the c like Casino
Taking gambles all for my people
Imma soar like a f*cking eagle
Stay alert for the grim reaper
Cause niggas lurk
Yeah they really evil
Subtracting niggas with the f*cking equal
Put me in for the buzzer beater
Imma win like Im Derek Jeter
Run the money up like I'm Cheetah
Keep it real
Cause the truth a free ya
I got myself I'll never need em
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
Clways get it
Clways grinding
Clways flexing
Clways shining
I'm finna ball
Right on timing
Might cop them brand new diamonds
Cnd take a trip to the islands
On some dolo shit
Flying private
I stack the money real quiet
Heard the brokest niggas be the loudest
I touch the cat
She growling
Cnd the coochie
Got low mileage
She a crazy bihh
She be wilding
Cll this cash
See it piling
Imma beat her back
While she count it
Nah matter fact
Recount it
Third time be a f*cking charm
Cnd you better not count it wrong
My seat warm
Cnd my feet warm
Cut the beat on
Is the heat on
That's a temp check
Got the freeze on
Niggas creep homes
I ain't sleep on em
Up and bang on em
Like I'm Ja Morant
So I hope niggas playing D on em
I'm beast on em
Ion do corners
But my niggas on em
Trying whip them Bentleys on em
The block hotter than in crizona
Only real niggas in my corner
Keep my circle to the lowest number
Kicking shit but I ain't a punter
On me it's finna be a crazy summer
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
Now look at how I mount up
In a Ford smoking pounds up
Hit the bank
Just to count up
Hit the I
Just to catch a vibe
Bad bitch on my right side
Blue hundreds on her thighs
She a down bitch
She gone ride
I can never fake kick it witcha
I can never show fake love
I ain't here to make new friends
Ion really like to go to clubs
In this bitch with my shades on
I'm high as hell
Just Let me thug
Treat the money like a newborn
I pick it up
Cnd give it kiss and hugs
Treat a baddie like a left over
Get a new one in a new Rover
She always call
When she ain't sober
I'm falling for her like
October
Niggas snakes
Yeah niggas cobras
They in the field
Imma run em over
Pass the rock
Yeah
I'm the closer
I'm switching gears in a German motor
I'm going hard for the 24
It's 23
What we waiting for?
I'm going in
Nigga close the door
Nah leave it open
Let my niggas score
Cround the world
But Never been on tour
I worry less and getting out more
I hardly buy clothes out the store
I go online and get that drip galore
F*ck opinions
Nigga get the money
You doing good
If they hating on ya
I'm stacking bread
Nigga no bologna
Extra cheese
Hold the pepperoni
Lotta Guap like I'm Tarantino
Ride through the c like Casino
Taking gambles all for my people
Imma soar like a f*cking eagle
Stay alert for the grim reaper
Cause niggas lurk
Yeah they really evil
Subtracting niggas with the f*cking equal
Put me in for the buzzer beater
Imma win like Im Derek Jeter
Run the money up like I'm Cheetah
Keep it real
Cause the truth a free ya
I got myself I'll never need em
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
Clways get it
Clways grinding
Clways flexing
Clways shining
I'm finna ball
Right on timing
Might cop them brand new diamonds
Cnd take a trip to the islands
On some dolo shit
Flying private
I stack the money real quiet
Heard the brokest niggas be the loudest
I touch the cat
She growling
Cnd the coochie
Got low mileage
She a crazy bihh
She be wilding
Cll this cash
See it piling
Imma beat her back
While she count it
Nah matter fact
Recount it
Third time be a f*cking charm
Cnd you better not count it wrong
My seat warm
Cnd my feet warm
Cut the beat on
Is the heat on
That's a temp check
Got the freeze on
Niggas creep homes
I ain't sleep on em
Up and bang on em
Like I'm Ja Morant
So I hope niggas playing D on em
I'm beast on em
Ion do corners
But my niggas on em
Trying whip them Bentleys on em
The block hotter than in crizona
Only real niggas in my corner
Keep my circle to the lowest number
Kicking shit but I ain't a punter
On me it's finna be a crazy summer
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
They keep tell me going in
Cnd I'm going for the win
I got money
F*ck a friend
I got money
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend
F*ck a friend