Stressed out tryna get my mind off this shit, man
I just booted up, yeah, off the drugs
She wanna slide on me, yeah, she want love
I just been counting up money every day, lil' hoe
I'm in the studio, feel like I'm stuck
If you wanna come slide on me, I'm in the cut
I got yo vibe and I feel on her butt
He got a lil' money, he think that he up
But everything that he getting, shit from luck
High school lunch break, I was rolling dutches
I was in the class, knocked out like, f*ck it
I was in the stu junior year, I was bussing
I was in the field, big ballin' like none
2020 turned low-key, but this shit ain't done
Pop out pockets filled with big hunnids
If you catch me I'm probably thumbing
I love that money, it really talk to me
Them boys really goofy, I know how they coming
They ain't on shit, boy, I know how you running
I got too many songs, baby, them motherf*ckin' hits
They came with abundance
Too many vibes, but I stay working
They all want my last name
Record me a hit, I cash out on clothes
I'm up in the club, baby, in the stu
All in the same day, I said, roll me up the eighth
Bae, boot up, I stay up in space
Wait, plug supposed to drop off big weight
I got a motherf*ckin' new chain
Baby, like, this a real cool chain
I'm in the motherf*ckin' X6
I put my bae in that new Range
Watching that bih' bend over
It do what it do, ayy
Baby, you know you my new craze
You can come find me in my cave
Baby I'm making sure I'm payed
F*ck what they all say
Like them boys talking crazy
I swear they obsessed with me
But I said what a shame
They trying to get next to me
And we just cleared them boys
And I ain't even left my feet
We just cleared that street
Riding around in that jeep, creepin
You ain't never been in the field, no cleats
And Brodie just sent me a hunnid sum beats
And you know me, boy how I run every beat
I don't know nobody, why you tell them that we meet
If you wanting a verse, know, I'm charging a fee
I just Pull up to the fe, all eyes on me
They said that they got it, but we like, please
You aint never had a thing
Like boy get yo sorry ass on with that music
You aint ever on the scene
Pop out Balenciaga on my glasses
And on my chest, and motherf*ckin' bape jeans
Let them boys assemble up
They all up on the same thing
Only my girl or the money get an answer
It's the same ring