Watch the money come in, just like damn I'm counting bands, man I cannot trust nobody
I watched them all switch on they mans, Damn, why you keep talking bout me, boy I feel
like you a fan Every beat I run by myself don't need no band
So high up in the sky, she said she waiting for me to land

I said take a stand, if you mean it She said where you at, boy I'm up in Neiman
I'm gonna tell you how I really feel like, I know you gon' feel it
She thought I was capping, but baby no cap, you know that I need it
Baby, I just wanna pull up and run every track and blow out of the speakers

I'm in the back of the back, straight geeking like I put the tints on a motherfuckin' steamer
That boy tryna copy the swag that I got in the motherfuckin' field, but they up in the bleachers
And she like, what the fuck is wrong with you, boy, like why you spend a band on sneakers
Why the fuck you preaching to me , tryna teach me lessons like you was a teacher

You ain't know nothing that I've been through, you ain't never seen it, like really, you'll never believe it
That's why I stay low-key, I don't really like talking from actions, you know I'ma see it
Why is you fanned out over that shit, if you low-key think realize you could be it
spark up the dope, pass to my bro, roll so much, I got the perfect cone

Like every day I'm just burning up strong, straight plotting out how to get the money long
I ain't holding shit no more, lil' baby, I'm dropping every song
I just woke up, mind racing, I told bae to pack the bong
I'm like, damn, why I feel like this every time that I'm alone

Why am I stuck overthinking, always reading into your tone
Why I feel like you want me, but still wanna do it on your own
know I want you right here with me, I'll get you your own glow
pop out with bae, we fitted up like this shit was for Vogue

Them boys stuck, serving lows, woah, ask whats in the tote, woah, nothing but a B-roll
Why they keep on talking, swear that they don't want no beef, no
I know I've been working every day, but I could be more,
what you want, bro
No, I can't go, I cannot fold, said what you on bae

Do it in slow-mo, do what you want, bae, like this is your show
You know we up for real, can't look back no more
Man, I been gone for real, can't get no photos
I took it personal, lil' ho, so I just went into the goat-mode

I took it personal, lil' ho, so I just went into the goat-mode