I don't know the date
Don't know the time
Don't know the place
Just know that I'm coming
No leap for the fame
No love for these hoes
Player's get chose
I just want the money
Just give me the fetti
Just give me the mula
Just give me the queso
Just give me the green
All that i want
Is to get me a bag
On top of a bag
And no in betweens
Give me my fees
I ain't saying please
My diamond's go splash
I call them marine's
Going insane
But pleading the fifth
When it come to the gang
You know what it is
My niggas is wit me
Your pockets are skippy
I went from a civic
To whiping a Bentley
Conflict of entry
Slow yo attention
Wrote it in code
I feel like da vinci
Dropping a seed
Quick mind is the key
Knowledge is p
We leave them intrigued
Tell yo bitch get off her knees
Dripping all this sauce wit ease Power what she offer me
Tell your bitch get off of dez Jumped in the game
Now these people dont Mention you
I hope you invested in a Pension
Your record came out and they Dont pay attention
You worked your way out now It's back to the kitchen
Whoa whip it up
Your pockets looking all thin as F*ck
We use to have to jog Recollection
Now these mother f*ckers say They member us
Aye mother f*ckers never Loved us
Aye shit that was the fuel
You know we on up it's just me And the crew
We on top of the top nigga Look at view aye