448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates by the way
448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates by the way
Can't stop me, game sold up
I roll up, I pour up

Will-lean, a hustler baby
Three cell phones, them crackers can't trace me
Cause we ballin', they hatin bout paper, free gangsta

Make birds fly away
Cookin' bricks, sellin' yay
448s, I'm jumpin' 50 plates
I shoot out of town and then I send em' down the way

I'm checkin' the mail and then I take em' to lil dre
I talk to my scale, an ask that bitch how much she weigh
448s , I'm jumpin' 50 plates
I shoot out of town and then I send em' down the way

I'm checkin' the mail and then I take em' to lil dre
I talk to my scale, an ask that bitch how much she weigh
I'm takin' the risk, I'm lovin' this shit
I'm movin' these pounds, I need to take me a trip

As good as it sounds, I gotta take me a bitch
Niggas sick to they stomach, tryna figure out how I did it
I went from grams to riches
From crumbs to bricks, I pull up in Beamers and Benzes

Two Cuban links on my wrist
Serve a nigga for seven bows, all I want is 850 apiece
You want some za, you gotta pay me 1050 at least
That money ain't nothin' to me

That shit you spent on your chain, I spend mo on my weed
I break it down it turn to collard greens
A shot caller, 8 rings cover my fist
Dolce Gabbana on my collar and Baccarat scent

These hoes know that I'm the shit I can admit
Catchin' these plays, this bitch keep callin' me, sayin' come get me roll up sum with me
Niggas tryna take me out of my position, copied my style
Cause I ain't seen em' do it till I did it

448, I'm jumpin' 50 plates
I shoot out of town and then I send em' down the way
I'm checkin' the mail and then I take em' to lil dre
I talk to my scale, an ask that bitch how much she weigh

448, I'm jumpin' 50 plates
Yes, take em' to Lil dre
Yes, yes, yes