I don't wanna really wanna go

I don't really wanna stay

But I really hope and pray

Can we get it together

Get it together

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

I put the new Forgi's on the G

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets

I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'

I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'

I was broke now I'm rich, these n***as salty

All this designer on my body got me drip, drip (ayy)

Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip

If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip

I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip

But I got rich on all these n***as, I didn't forget, bet

I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that

I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back

These bitches know me now, 'cause I got them big racks

'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that

Young n***a on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack

Uncle fronted me some P's had to get them birds back

We came up on dirty money, I gave it a bird bath

Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe

Either you frontin' Yah Gang or ya SuWoop

Got a New Orleans bitch and man that pussy voodoo

And I'm that n***a now, who knew?

I put the new Forgi's on the G

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets

I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'

I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'

I was broke now I'm rich, these n***as salty

I been wakin' up to get the money, whoa, whoa

Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, whoa, whoa

Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fuckin' 'em both

I put in a new AP, the water like a boat

I was down bad on my dick, where was you n***as at?

I know you turned your back on me, just to get some racks

I seen you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach

New diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain't SnapChat

'Cause I been gettin' paid

Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade

Got my baby mama that new Bentayga

Tryna get the dough, Joe, like a sensei, yeah

Rolls Royce umbrellas when I'm in the rain

I just mind my business

I got brothers that did the time, I ain't kiddin'

All these rappers just talk about it, I live it

Goin' up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah

I put the new Forgi's on the G

I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath

'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets

I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans

I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team

Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'

I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'

I was broke now I'm rich, these n***as salty

I, ayy, yeah

I've been ballin' lil' n***a

Now watch me ball on these n***as

Yeah, now watch me ball on these n***as, yeah

Now watch me ball on these n***as

Now watch me ball on these n***as, yeah, yeah