(You rocking with DJ YoungKash) uh, ayy
Yeah (Fuck) i want money, fuck the fame
I'm a real trap nigga
Pull up in a yeah, go, yeah

Came from the bottom
I had nothing to my name
I'm a real trap nigga, I want money
Fuck the fame quarter pound, half a pound
I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever
Unless you tryna hold somethin'

Take your queen
Shut down the club off a face card
This life no movie
But these pussy niggas act hard
I got a gun and my bitch got one too
She give me head like she playing the flute
I got a check, I just know what to do
I'm true to the game
Ain't no way I'ma lose i get flashbacks
I can vividly remember every day on the block
(Fuck) even more than hustling
We had to lay on the block
We had to eat, sleep, shit, piss
And pray on the block nigga, fuck your loot
I been making them knots
I'm in the hood, hop out the Suburban
I'm in the trap, got a bad bitch twerking
Her head was so good, if I bought it
She earned it
I got a tip for whatever you working
My money straight, but my bitch body cursive
I let in the sing in the trap like rehearsal
I'm with the movement like I'm universal

Came from the bottom
I had nothing to my name
I'm a real trap nigga, I want money
Fuck the fame quarter pound, half a pound
I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever
Unless you tryna hold somethin'

Ayy, Yung Juice half a pound, whole brick
Started from the bottom
Skrrt, skrrt in the pot, tryna make a dollar
Started in the 'partment
Call it public housing
Standin' on them corners
Tryna make a thousand hours
Smokin' '93, make my babies take a shower
Glock 27 protect a nigga like a father
Remember '08, I had bricks in the Charger
CEO, I run my shit just like Tha Carter
Never graduated
But young Juiceman way smarter
Remember those days when I used to ride MARTA
Now I'm calling shots, yeah, young Juiceman
He a baller (Swish)
Shittin' on niggas
You would swear I was a toddler
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah)

Came from the bottom
I had nothing to my name
I'm a real trap nigga, I want money
Fuck the fame quarter pound, half a pound
I done finally made it to a whole one
You could call me for whatever
Unless you tryna hold somethin'