I hit up bro I'm like yo
I'ma get me a money bag and pop my shit
I'm independent so you know I talk my shit
And I also got hits now how could I miss
I came from the hood a little educated
I'm a have something stupid strapped to my wrist
Out here tryna claim me hoes I didn't even kiss
Posers and actors swear they reading scripts
They done gave the cornballs all the money
Gun the goofies don't call me your brother didn't
Bread when we was hungry really get me
A Rapping bitch to buy me a plain Jane
Hoes that used to front IG models treat them all the same
I came here for the money like fuck the fame
Hustle way harder than you like a playoff game
Taking all these drugs need to reframe
Bobby Brown the last time you seen an artist with this mind frame
They like the way that I pop my shit
The way that I talk my shit
I gotta thank my pops for all this drip
She like how I stay out the way
Taking calculated risks
She like the way flex on haters
Count my paper roll my J's
In June I was cooking in the stu like a baker
By May I was in the field playing my pockets
Look at the respect that I accrued y'all
Alone versus the giants you know I stand tall
You don't like me I'm doing good that's too bad
You would've thought I loved hooping but I was tryna secure a bag
You call her Ubers I slut her out then I call a cab
Turned nothing into something I see why y'all mad
I hit up bro I'm like yo
I'ma get me a money bag and pop my shit
I'm independent so you know I talk my shit
I got hits so how could I miss
I came from the hood a little educated
I'ma have something stupid strapped to my wrist
I hit up bro I'm like yo
I'ma get me a money bag and pop my shit
I'm independent so you know I talk my shit
I got hits so how could I miss
I came from the hood a little educated
I'ma have something stupid strapped to my wrist