100 mph

Make the money fast

Hit the gas

100 on the dash

Did a Dylan Brady

Pull up to the light

You lookin' scared you lookin' nervous

I could spin you in a circle

Leave you lost without a purpose

I could hit the corner fast

You barely enter, you a pussy

I could show you what I got

But I won't waste it on a rookie

Hoppin' out the beamer wearing G-Star Denim

Hope them stars are pretty close 'cause I could fit right in em

I got mud in my cup, I got gas in my lungs

I got money in the bank, time to fuck up some funds

Why you always talking, where's the action?

Say you 'bout it, say you fucking this and that

But I ain't see shit that's amounted

All this braggin' all this boastin'

Oh, now you got clout

I don't give a fuck

You need to learn to shut your damn mouth

Hear them tires slide when we up in your town

Hoppin up on that stage and we tear that shit down

I got people going crazy, I got people that hate me

All I know is getting cake so I just don't let it phase me