I'm the big dog, pulled the stunting
Top down, playin' my shit, bass jumpin
Still fly, so these niggas still big mad
Lot of y'all be talkin' shit, but y'all ain't sayin' nothin
This that brand new, still got a paper tag
Momma used to pack the lunch inside a paper bag
You rappers swear y'all in the kitchen, I can't really tell
The way that Jumá cookin' up, he probably Breaking Bad
I'm the GOAT, I'm the GOAT, I'm the GOAT, nigga
Poppin' bottles on a motherfuckin' boat, nigga
Niggas hatin', they ain't even got they money up
So fuck I look like, beefin' with a broke nigga
Yes, I'm gettin' money, I can tell you how it feel
21, sittin' on 45 mil
And I'm independent, but I'm still a big deal
Got a big-ass crib out in Hollywood Hills
And I just got a brand new chain
I be blowin' money, yelling money ain't a thing
Go 100 in a 50, ain't nobody in my lane
You be in that Nissan, I be in the Range
Pulled off in the coupe with the top down
I'm the only nigga spittin' with that hot sound
Lot of bitches used to front when I was dead broke
Now they wanna fuck Jumá, cause he hot now
Oh now they wanna photo, you already know though
Fuck em' if they hated, get the money, nigga, YOLO
Yeah, we ballin' everyday, everyday, everyday
See, we really gettin' money, what could anybody say
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
When you poppin', everybody gon' hate
Real niggas, what's up
One, one time for the real niggas
Shawty tryna fuck on me cause I'm a big tipper
If she bad, I'ma give her this dick nigga
And if she ugly with an ass, I'ma still hit her
I could off a hundred niggas with a punchline
Coming for me, it ain't work out Crunch time, Everybody swear they eatin But I'm eatin' more,
Yeah, I'm still skippin' niggas in the lunch line
I'm the shiz naiz
I could show you how to do it if you follow my lead
I got a brand new stick and it came with a beam
I've been hot since a juvenile, 400 degrees
Double my cup, now I walk with a lean
I remember Shawty curved me, now she suckin' me clean
What a shame, what you bitches wanna do for the green
Listen, I could never cuff her, she is one for the team
Luciano nigga, got a ring to it
I might hit her, I could never put the ring to it
This a hit, I'm bout to make this shit my theme music
Know it's bout to be a trend, they see me do it
Oh, now they want a photo? You already know though
Fuck em, if they hated, get the money, nigga, YOLO
Yeah, we ballin' every day, every day, every day
See, we really gettin' money, what could anybody say
Every day, every day, every day, every day
When you poppin', everybody gon' hate, real niggas, what's up