Yeah, yeah, uh

You could do this too
If you hustle like I do
I never care what niggas did cause they
Ain't fucking with my crew
I stayed down for all them nights
Hustle hard cause I knew
Any moment I could blow up and
The prices gotta go up
California nicest motorcades when I roll up
This the type of shit that make an hating
Nigga throw up
This the type of shit that make
A good girl turn up
Sitting in the hills, counting up a mill
Dirty nose nigga now I'm
Rich like Uncle Phil
Fresh Prince of Philly and
Arenas like I'm guilty (yeah)
My dog always hate me since you
Made it how it feels
I can't even explain it
I'm just not complaining (Aight)
I just made so much money
That I cannot contain it
I need another accountant (for what?)
To watch my other accountant (for what?)
The way that money coming in
That time don't even count it
I barely even check it
I stay humble count my blessings (yeah)
Went to jail so niggas turn they back
I learned my lesson
Been in the game like 10 years
And I still ain't get restless
Last nigga asleep and the first nigga woke
Cause the first nigga asleep would
Be the first nigga broke no bap