Everybody wana be
Your homie when the fame
Comes
cin't nobody care
When the fames gone
I been moving silent
Keep my game up
People on my back
I don't complain none

Wait
Back then
I needed somethin
Back then
nobody help me
Now I'm hot
I owe em nothin
Fuck the face
It's Faded Sunday
Everybody fake
When the tables
Turn the wrong way
Told them bitches
Straight up
Bitch u dead to me
Then I sign a deal
Crawling back
like they some fans of me
I ain't give a fuck
cbout a critic
Or what they say in to me
Do this shit my own way
keep it hunnid
Why u Play wit me

Ima
Do this shit yea the same old way
I been getting money
Do this shit the same old way
Cop a few packs and I hit that flip
cll day
Stacking money stack stack
Fakes gon hate

Told them bitches
Straight up
Bitch u dead to me
Then I sign a deal
Crawling back
like they some fans of me
Crawlin back
Like they some fans of me

CHORUS

I been moving, grooving
Hunnids on a weekend
Everyday a payday
Yea
We call it money season
I aint give a fuck about
Them broke boys
Like they need it
I aint looking back
To the back to the back
No
Watch this money stack
Watch it stack watch it stack
Oh
I been in the club throwing Hunnids
Where u at
Uh
I aint gotta fake throw a fade if u hate
Tho
I aint gotta tell u what I made for ur sake
Hoe
ch
Wait
a hunnid in a day
ch wait
Spend it on a chain

Chorus