You know, you know my song (Turn me up), Day one brudda went and switched, had to up it on him
I love touchin' on the money, I want 30 thousand (I want blues)
How you say you gettin' money, you in public housing ?
And that boy don't got no jumper, steady shooting fouls, I make music for them guys getting money now
My old teacher heard my music, she said "Holy Cow"
Boy he ain't on none, he talk I want him dead
You want a bad ting, but you don't wanna spend no bread?
My brudda stacking money, my brudda stacking chips
I got that fye he running, it hit him in lip, yeah, yeah
CIS crime scene, that boy you cannot save, I think he shop at Aeropostale he ain't gettin paid
I think he think cause he know Jesus, that he getting saved
I up my fye, I let it flash, then it take his face
My twin he sitting in the trap, tryna beat a case
We can't-,We cannot debate that bro, he's one of them, he's one of them, my nigga verse is one go them
My guy he got some Prada, guess what I got it too
.44 Bulldog all he heard was HMPH, Hop up in that C8, all he heard was ZOOM
If we is not talking money, can't be in the room
Baby you can't be my girl, told you keep it cool
You got some fye, I got my fye, we can shoot it out
I got my banker on the phone, we can count it out
My little brudda like 11, he jus touched a band, he said he tryna get some nike, give it too his friends
Just like I'm tryna get some money, tryna get some racks
Lil bae you don't got nothing for me, why you double back?
How I'm running up this money, I'm not on the track?
How I even call your girl, but she call me back?