(Quan The Don313 Verse)

Uh-huh
They don't know my trials and tribulations
Uh-huh

These niggas want me at the bottom, they don't want me to be the GOAT
I'ma have to get these pills and put them on banana boats
You know I'm rising to the top, you know I'm really at a float
I ain't playing with these pussies, bitch, I'm really on the GO
Bitch, I'm back in the motion, you know that I'm getting it, baby, cause you know I'm brazy

I ain't gon' play around, baby, cause I'm getting money, you know this young nigga is shady
Niggas be hating on me, cause you know I'm at the top and I go to the moon
Niggas, you know that I'm going gorilla, lil' baby, we acting a damn buffoon
We ain't gon' play with these niggas, you know that we keepin' some chops and we all on the route

Nigga, you talk like you getting some money, but you niggas really are chasing some clout
Moving that fent, moving them pills, you know what this shit really fucking about
The feds kicked in the door, I told lil' baby, stash it up under the couch
But we gon' get us another mill, cause you know this young nigga in another field

Tryna get houses on a couple hills, them thirties'll get you bout 30 years
Cuz we're shedding too many tears, yeah, she lost too many years
Hope' in a Porsche and I stunt on them hoes, you know that I was shiftin' too many gears
I ain't gon' play with these niggas, cause these niggas hoes, these niggas impostors

You keep on playing with me, I'll lay up a . straight with a chopper
You niggas is broke, you niggas is hoes, yeah, you know you can't stop us
Pull up in Ghost, doing the most, yeah, the Phantom of the Opera

(Money Power Verse)

This shit be coming from the heart like I ain't gotta write it
My head hurt from taking percs, it's kinda hard to fight it
Got killers posted at the trap, the killers riding the Strikers
Shooting trips, O.T. and I ain't got no license
Gucci shirt, off the Gucci kicks, this ain't come from swiping

Walking with a Glock and a Switch, I just came from hiking
Let a opp try to test, D to go, I got extra icing
Put a opp in the body bag, all that tough typing
Like how the fuck he mention paper and ain't mention D

762s in the clip, it'll shoot through a tree
The opps want my head, boy, stop, he won't kill a beat
I'm tired of hearing the same old feel, that's the history
Before I dive in the cat, I take a perc first

Bitch, throw that ass back like an expert
Got water dripping all down my legs like the squirt squirt
I like to fuck fuck, so we gon' work work
Yeah, this the type of shit, dawg, they got me turnt up

A hundred shots in the coupe, dawg, just got burnt up
Yeah, I'm trying to fade a nigga out like he just got a cut
Smoke a nigga down the cotton, I just flick the butt
It's all love, but it's really fake

Like you ever saw a dog bite a snake, huh
It's all love, but it really ain't
Cause when you fucked up out here, they watch you fade away