Ayy, turn me up
A little bit more (Mmm)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, on Private Flight Gang)
Yeah (Ya' dig? Yeah)
We get shit lit in here, like incense (Bee)
She hit my phone 'bout funds I been sent (Hit my phone)
I, ain't check my call logs, I've been distant (Yeah)
Woah, ayy (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah (Woah)
Huh, I need my pockets stuffed efficient (On God)
Been at this shit since a lil' infant (Oh, yeah)
They gon' keep on biting, shit infringement (Huh)
(Yeah, yeah)
At the top, you could catch me where the stars be (At the motherfuckin' top)
He smoke shake? He a lick, we serve him parsley (Serve him what?)
In the 2nd street, looking for Ed Hardy (Yeah)
Pull up suit and tie, fresh, I'm Steve Harvey
Huh, niggas looking for advice, Good Luck Charlie (Yeah, woah)
Nigga try me like one man, I bring an army (Bring that— yeah)
Yeah, money stacking like some crops, lil' ho, I'm farming (I'm farming)
This shit never owwit
Niggas faking everything they do and I know it (Yeah, I know it)
We just in the club, and yo' shawty wanna, huh, hold up
We just in the club, and yo' shawty tryna throw it (She tryna throw it)
I'm the one that got this shit in motion, locomotive (Locomotive)
I ain't shit like Bruce, nigga fooling, won't condone it (Won't condone it)
I'm not tryna lease on a V, I'm tryna own it (Tryna own it)
Xhulooo on the beat, GotIt snapped when he composed it, huh (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
We get shit lit in here, like incense (Bee)
She hit my phone 'bout funds I been sent (Hit my phone)
I, ain't check my call logs, I've been distant (Yeah)
Woah, ayy (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah (Woah)
Huh, I need my pockets stuffed efficient (On God)
Been at this shit since a lil' infant (Oh, yeah)
They gon' keep on biting, shit infringement (Huh)
Huh (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)