My pockets get heavy, yeah and my cheddar it's goin' up
I'm bout to depart so get ready, and she hop on back cause I'm goin' up (Yeah)
Yeah I got a pack and two cellies, one for your bitch and one for the other one
I'm finna rock if you ready
Just brace yourself cause soon we'll be goin' up, throw it up
I got burberry all over my body (Damn)
Throw it back lets take a ride in my new maserati (Yeah)
I'm back in the hills, no figer, they callin' me tommy (Callin' me tommy, yeah)
I'm gettin' the the gucci, I'm gettin' the bread it's all on me (Yeah let's go)

Chop it up, screw it up, slice it up
Ridin' in a benz truck, ice it up
I'm countin' all the money gettin' paper cuts
And I got a lot of baddies wanna robituss
Don't run with us
Got a choppa to your face don't fuck with us
Don't fuck with us
They takin' bumps
There's a baddie in the bathroom stall and she caught a nosebleed
When she comin' out she ain't smokin' our weed
So she pop another xan put her back to the sleep
I been dealin' with it all week
Ayy got me feelin' like a zombie ooh, oh
I got so many bitches that just wanna get up on my riches
Fuck all you bitches, just keep up your distance
My pockets just keep gettin' bigger and bigger yeah
Blue faces fillin' my pockets fasho
I'm chasin' this money that I'm gonna get on the road
And I'm faded, popped to many pillies oh no
We poppin' it off, runnin' the city, yeah

My pockets get heavy, yeah and my cheddar it's goin' up
I'm bout to depart so get ready, and she hop on back cause I'm goin' up (Yeah)
Yeah I got a pack and two cellies, one for your bitch and one for the other one
I'm finna rock if you ready
Just brace yourself cause soon we'll be goin' up, throw it up (woah)
I got burberry all over my body (Damn)
Throw it back lets take a ride in my new maserati (Yeah)
I'm back in the hills, no figer, they callin' me tommy (Callin' me tommy, yeah)
I'm gettin' the the gucci, I'm gettin' the bread it's all on me (Yeah let's go)