Get your game up Wayne niggas
When I hit the scene instantly it turned into a fashion show
Without even planning shit
Faced up like a mannequin diamonds on my damn tank like GZ and Fattles
Too advanced for you niggas y'all just stick to bedazzling
Money is my bitch she make me act real foolish

I'm so ill I've been struck by dew
I'm like a burnt perky as you know the ones that be juicy
You know the ones that poke out like you're on the back of a Suzuki
Money so established swag is so immaculate
They gon' be this that's what's spelling God backwards
Money and fame creates a lot of haters
Run up on me I'll send you a ride to your saver

Superman niggas why the fuck you tryna save her
Turn a hoe into a housewife crusader
In my bank I have large amounts
If I write a check I would make the bank bounce
I buy two of everything not for comparisons or not cause I'm selling shit
But just for the hell of it they gon' say that I am greedy
Cause I don't give to the needy
But the truth is that the needy be the ones that's being greedy
It's a recession in my city yeah I feel a lot of pity
but the truth is I can stretch a dollar to it's last penny

You need to get your game up saying we done changed up
Since we got our change up our minds been made up
We gon' keep shining while y'all keep hating us
They wanting me to wait up I'm busy getting weight up.
For real about them deals while yall niggas fake as fuck
Ya need to get your game up you need to get your game up
You need to get your game up you need to get your game up

Haters try to suck the life right up out of your soul
Tell you shit and I believe your dreams You see the diamonds and gold
Don't give a shit it's mine since it's set
So yeah I'm finding they gold you see my dreams come true
So even when lost I have to close I can find the road
It's time for dough because the shining glows as I get closer
If haters try to block my lane they get dunked over
So even when they on one I'm known son to hand them
Them and 1's heavy handed hustle can't help it that he's handsome
I plot licks to leave chips to my grandson
And it's like there's prices to dance on and plus tax
So fuck that gotta bus gats
Got a bus ride bootleg movies CDs in the morning
Watch all the footballs ain't getting more blow than a secret message
It's more cold than Morris code and I'm on the record
I'm making records but off the record
I have a record this is the last motto so the world could be blessed with my highness
Your highness so positive ain't a plus sign
But I put a minus on a minus her ass needs it sideways so it just multiplies us
You ain't got inside us so nothing could ever divide us
You never win so why would you ever try to get to them stores make
You choke and just bite us you need to get your game up saying we done changed up cause