Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come across I be with killers just coming home They only hope is me and the Quran They only wish is for a new chain But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny at And I move where the realest be And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped Yeah, the DMV on the map That's a city, two states if you can count I'm as real as I say, I never lie So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in These bitches want money stacks Me? I want a hundred stacks These bitches selling their soul Well, I want my money back She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass Look what them booty shots done to that That bitch need her money back, Lord She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring She say I buy her all kinds of things She lie about everything I put her on time out and everything I cut the bitch off like a thread of string These hoes'll say about anything 'Cause they know that y'all believe everything That's why I get high about everything All of this fog like the weather change Turn the strip club to a hurricane We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang And we do not play games 'bout money, mane She do something strange for money, mane Yeah, I used to play running back I turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in Balling, we balling, we balling Balling (Balling), hey darling (Hey darling) Sweet darling (Hey darling), you know we ballin' We balling, Wale, fuck with me Mula baby Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah We gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season For no reason, fuck with me

Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah) Ballin' in this bitch (okay) Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on) So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah" We just pull up, hop out Go in, show out Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt The club full of bad bitches and they came to play Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket? Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe But everyday I step behind a wall I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger Shake that ass like a salt shaker I keep a L lit up like an elevator Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse I throw that dick like darts Drink all muddy, flag all bloody I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe? Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on) Tunechi This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie) Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs Long hair don't care as long as none down there If it's manicured I can have fun down there Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

You got the light, count it all joy You got the right to be mad But when you carry it alone, you find it only getting in the way They say you gotta let it go Now tell 'em why you mad son 'Cause doing it all ain't enough 'Cause everyone all in my cup 'Cause such and such still owe me bucks So I got the right to get bucked But I try not to let it build up I'm too high, I'm too better, too much So I let it go, let it go, let it go I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?" "Why you can't just face it?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) "Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) "Why you always talking shit, always be complaining?" "Why you always gotta be, why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad) Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love, baby? Yeah, but I, got a lot to be mad about Got a lot to be a man about Got a lot to pop a Xan about I used to rock hand-me-downs, and now I rock standing crowds But it's hard when you only Got fans around and no fam around And if they are, then their hands are out And they pointing fingers When I wear this fucking burden on my back like a motherfucking cap and gown Then I walk up in the bank, pants sagging down And I laugh at frowns, what they mad about? 'Cause here come this motherfucker with this mass account That didn't wear cap and gown Are you mad 'cause the judge ain't give me more time? And when I attempted suicide, I didn't die I remember how mad I was on that day Man, you gotta let it go before it get up in the way Let it go, let it go I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?" "Why you can't just face it?" "Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad) Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love, baby? I ran into this girl, I said, "I'm tired of explaining" Man, this shit is draining But I'm not really allowed to be mad

Yeah (Yeah, yeah) For better or worse I'm here with you (For better or worse) I just logged of the internet, 'cause niggas be fake beefin' I showed these niggas what to do with a Drake feature (Yeah) Six-time nominated, used to wait in line, I done got us accommodated (Yeah) Just think about the last seven months that I dominated (Yeah) The cars that we drive come in like common dеnominators You could be the one livin' this lifе or the commentator I hope I live a life to see my niggas exonerated Why they gettin' canceled? (Canceled) I'm not a slave in my whip, I'm ownin' my masters When I drop that Moon Boy I took off like NASA (Skrrt) I'm finally at a place where we can talk 'bout the fucked shit (Fuck it) Don't need you complainin' because I go through enough shit These niggas all my sons like I grew up on Bushwick I went from no money on my books to overbooked, bitch We out in Palestine, they had to give me my flowers like I'm their valentine It was a matter of time, I never talked to the cops when it was a matter of crime How the fuck a legal drug turned to a federal crime? I got some niggas in prison who doin' federal time And I heard you niggas fallin' off, I could feel the decline My shit through the roof, don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed Hangin' with some made niggas who be on militant time You niggas toy soldiers, when they was tryna keep me in the game, I crossed over Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over Now look at me cross-over (Yeah) And I rap like my life depend on this shit (It does, nigga) I ain't got no love for these bitches, yeah They never treated me special, they never did shit but be extra No Uber, make her drive herself like a Tesla Guns on the dresser came with a compresser Don't you treat, treat, treat me like sixth man, uh, yeah Ayy, tell the valet, "Bring the Urus to the parking lot" I got shooters in this car, don't whip up in this parking spot I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they all make 'em walk a lot I'm bougie, what you talkin' 'bout? You never sucked this dick so stop Bitches, they be fake as fuck, fake ass, fake titties Fake attitude, hoe, actin' like you don't drink Henny Talkin' 'bout some nights before the tour, what you gon' do to get it? Ayy, I prolly got half of your rent, if not, get up in it Pay me, the hottest in the city, I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world The world cray, always first, never second, suck my third leg Got her legs in the air like some bird legs Fuck her 'til she can't feel her legs like a mermaid I'm a Perc' head, lean fiend, I'm a weed boy Coke on my fingers, work a key like a keyboard Cocaine cowboy, yee haw, high comin' down Put some pounds on the other side of the see-saw Yung Bleu, I got 'em, I won too, I'm not 'em Put the gun to his collar, alhamdulillah'd 'em, yeah Bum boo and olives, mushroom and molly Been a pro since a kid like the young Luka Dončić Promethazine make my punch punch like Muhammad New Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis Yeah, red bandana and blue collar Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soul child in this bitch Platinum teeth but they I smile in this bitch What's beef? Get the whole cow in this bitch If you's lack, keep your nose out of this shit, yeah Yeah (Yeah, yeah) For better or worse I'm here with you (For better or worse)

Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah (Yeah) JTK Ah, ah (Oh yeah) Yeah I know things are gonna take some time (Take some time) And I dream all through the night (All through the night) I saw things, got traumatized (Got traumatized) In these streets, trying to survive (Trying to survive) Swing, swing, swing through these tangled vines (Through these tangled vines) Swing, swing, swing through your block with nines (Through your block with nines) You don't know about me, so you telling lies (So you telling lies) Swing, swing, swing through this jungle, it might take your life Better hop on this road I remember them days I remember the code, ayy All my niggas stay ten toes, ten toes, no, they never fold, ayy Got that chopper and it blow, it blow You thinking you bold I been losin' my mind I don't know what I'm on We don't carry them masks Yeah, we pull up and pop at his dome We don't carry them masks, Yeah, we pull up and takin' his soul, yeah Niggas envy behind, Yeah, you know I did this on my own And I went crazy, so I'm getting faded These niggas be mad that I'm getting famous Nigga, tweak if you bad, we leaving 'em stanking Tell 'em, "Off with head," then they get to banging I know things are gonna take some time (Take some time) And I dream all through the night (All through the night) I saw things, got traumatized (Got traumatized) In these streets, trying to survive (Trying to survive) Swing, swing, swing through these tangled vines (Through these tangled vines) Swing, swing, swing through your block with nines (Through your block with nines) You don't know about me, so you telling lies (So you telling lies) Swing, swing, swing through this jungle It might take your life

Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the ten speed, now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We got a whole lotta bullets Lil' bro got the glizzy but I got the choppa in the trunk 50K up in my jeans It look like my pockets just got a new case of the month I need that fetti on fetti These niggas be jealous, these niggas be bitches, they punks I hope you ready, I'm ready I know 'bout some killers that carry machetes and pumps Leave him like Nutty Professor, he clumped I made a million, but still ain't enough I poured a four, a serving in my cup These niggas be talking, boy, shut the fuck up Dripping like a bitch, get a nigga stuck up I just hit another lick, yeah, a nigga lucked up I was running off the drugs, got a nigga fucked up We gon' send a couple shots, niggas better buck up Spit yo game, talk yo shit, boy It's real in the field, better grab your stick Flow too cold, better grab your bitch I'm too good with the words, when I shoot I don't miss All this smoke, I gotta light one All these opps, I gotta strike one Wanna tweak with the gang, you got the right one Come down bad got blood on my ones We used to play in them hallways, with the walkie talkies Now it's just hot babes when we here while we talking Money ain't in yo conversation, then nigga why we talkin'? 'Cause I be getting money too often Fuck a lil' bitch, I'm balling Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Watch here I call her in the cut, yeah I can't talk about my opp, they dead Rather talk about the guap, instead Every nigga on my roster playing New Amiri jeans, fuck it, I'm a fiend Now I even got the bitch a loft and all I done seen niggas running up down Keep it real, then I watch them fall I hit the gas, I don't stop for laws I went from racks to racks and laws I'm on they ass, cash involved, now my shit passed the wall Ain't ask shit for a minute as soon As I get it, I feel like I have to ball Big team playa, pass the ball They was hating on me, passed them all I got some niggas who sitting in prison I'm with them, I'm trying to get passed the wall Thousand dollar shoes, wear them one time We don't fuck with them, they ain't our kind VVS stones, I bet that I shine I been on the road for this Couple niggas dead and gone, I miss I've been riding in the ghost for this Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty We are the youngest niggas coming up Say you a shooter, nigga you a bluff I swear the money giving me a rush Bitches see diamonds, now they wanna touch AP is heavy bitch, sittin' on my hand Choosing a frenzy, I don't give a damn Too many Glocks for it to jam Money and a burner, nigga leave a tan I'ma just leave a nigga in the sand Or I can get a head-up for a band Fuck all that talking, now I got a plan I'ma just move it until they understand Niggas woke up, posting on the 'gram Still in the trap, sorry Uncle Sam Took us some time, started with a gram And I still got some silent niggas in the can Chop it up, chop it up, chop it up, block it up, block it You see the ice on my neck, try and touch on my pocket Woah, Givenchy my drip for the day, I got more in the closet Givenchy my shirt, Givenchy my shoes, I'm not a regular shopper Thousand dollar Givenchys You can't kick it with me (Can't kick it with me) I used to ride on the tenth speed Now I'm in a Bentley (Now I'm in a Bentley) I heard they out to get me So I gotta turn on this fifty (Turn on this fifty) Block boy known to get busy, check out my drip, it cost fifty Check my drip

Now I lay down to sleep (Now I lay down to sleep) I pray the Lord, my soul to keep (yeah) Like a locksmith, I got the keys (yeah) Pull up make opp niggas bleed (aye) I got water like overseas, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like NBA, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like MVP, yeah (aye) I got money, they envy me I'm with the gang I'm with the mob, what was you thinking Remember them days And that shit was hard, a nigga been thinking I put a four in a 20 ounce, a nigga been drinking If you with the squad I give you my heart, lil nigga, I mean it I was fighting some demons In the field, bitch, I'm deep in I was raised in the deep end I know niggas be sinking Take your bitch and go deep in But I gave her back, why you tweaking Come around with that rah-rah We leave you dead on the cement With the gang, we ain't playing fair Matter fact, we don't play at all OG woods in the air But we bought the Runtz so we smoke it all Putting on a front, boy, you better fall We gone kill em, yeah, we gone kill em all Might spend a ten when I'm in the mall I was on the bend with it in my draws Hit that smoke and I'm blacking Hit that smoke and I black out If he run, blow his back down I was gone but I'm back now These niggas gone fold But I never back down In the school, I was trapping In the school, you was class clown Now I lay down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep (yeah) Like a locksmith, I got the keys (yeah) Pull up make opp niggas bleed (aye) I got water like overseas, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like NBA, yeah (aye) Bitch, I ball like MVP, yeah (aye) I got money, they envy me

Oh, oh, oh Ah-ah, oh Ah-ah, oh Ayy, yeah Hey, hey I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Young king, you just gotta stay focused On the grind, gotta get it, ain't no feelin' hopeless I done been through what you been through, why you moping? Had to take that risk and put my wrist in motion I was young and reckless, I know that I'm older Stayed out late, so I came home with moms and Pepsi Cola Stayed out late 'cause I was working, whipping up the cola And I pray 'cause I got angels watching over shoulders Baby, what's the hold up? I can't go for hold up I can't trust too many bitches, they got plenty motors You niggas was penny pinching, they won't say they stole none' I came from the city, ain't no pity, cross you over Death before dishonor, that's just how I live I don't mean no harm, but for my brothers, I'll kill Got it from the bottom, grinded up for real Remember we was starving, grinding for the meals I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) See, my cousin, he got laced, he bought weed without the seal And I'm steady losing my mind Don't know if it's the demons or the pills I was in the county jail when Sosa 'nem had signed a deal I'ma self-defend myself like it was an accident I killed See, my brother Will on trial, boy, niggas left him hanging They ain't even go to trial for him, his homie wrote a statement If I ain't never signed to Def Jam, I told Gotti I'll sign to him Shout out to the city, they gon' envy like I'm Calboy I don't know what you heard about me Don't believe the media, nigga You know you should be worried 'bout me Police snatched me up But they know they ain't get a word out me Pillow talkin' to these hoes, why you ask a girl 'bout me? Mmh Yeah, you got some nerves about it You comin' 'round to take some pics and get some syrup out me Neighborhood hero I done lost an oldhead who died over CeeLo And my life a VEVO, yeah I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried 'bout truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally (Yeah) Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty (Yeah) Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually (Rrr) On the block, them guys won't tolerate no foolery (For real) Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Real, look, look) I just lost one of my dogs (Damn) They post it on a blog (For real?) The case still open, social media the laws (Them niggas trippin') I was re-in' up when these niggas was doin' fraud (Yeah) Niggas scammin', I was gramming Giving packs to my dawgs (Facts) Check my history, nigga I don't do battle rappin' (At all) I'm like a hundred mil' up when I get tired of rappin' (I'm tall) All time high, you should be tired of capping When you put in some work I don't wanna know what happened (Shh) I'm really from the trenches, pull the Lam' in it (Skrrt) Nigga, you ain't from that hood, you ain't sold a gram in it (Hah) Your grandma live there, so you probably came and visit Auntie never let you leave the house That's a big difference (We ain't the same, homie) Niggas claiming shit that they won't die for (How?) If you so real like you say, then what you lying for? (How?) Never treat your main bitch worse than your side ho (Never) And I can see a snake with a blindfold I'm from the trenches where it's you and me But I show love to all my brothers like I'm Huey P Ain't no guidance, OG ain't worried about truancy Shorty got caught up on that side, they beat him brutally Traumatized, my whole city been through cruelty Send them shots, somebody died, it happens usually On the block, them guys don't tolerate no foolery Watch my young nigga spend them racks on jewelry (Yeah) Yeah Ayy, look, Calboy I might pull up in the Chi', nigga With them Rolls trucks back to back, you hear me? Yeah And jumping in with them drakes Nigga, look how we moving Yeah, we rich gangsters, nigga, facts We gon' slide at 'em raw, rented that shit, nigga Wreck it, jump out, leave it there Yeah, that's how we movin' On that rich gangster shit, nigga You know what I mean? Hah Frrt, beep