Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Woo
Bitch, I'm finna go splurge
Tell me who the hell gon' fuck with me
Putting money on the cusp with me
Dirty money, so disgusting
Ugh
All my niggas gon' be busting
Never talking, no discussion
No, no, no, no
Never settling for nothing
Nah, nah, nah, nah
I bе walking out with something
Boy, I be coming in way too fast
Way too damn fast
Wanna make a dollar, tryna makе it last
Tryna make a motherfucking dollar
Pull up on a nigga dressed in all black
Hit a nigga with the bang
Bang, bang, bang, hit him with a tag
Woo
I'm just trying to see a milli
A milli
I'm just trying to see a billi
A billi
Stacking paper to the ceiling
The ceiling
Damn
All of this ice got me chilly
Cold
Bitch, I'm a bear like a grizzly
Grr
You niggas be laughing, you silly
I be coming in way too fast
Way too damn fast
Way too damn fast
Tryna make a dollar, tryna make it last
Tryna make a motherfucking dollar
Slice a nigga up, samurai attack
Woo
Spend a couple thou, make it right back
Make another nigga wanna white flag
Ain't nobody trying Artie, bitch
I'm the hottest living, eating with my gang like it's Thanksgiving
Bought a new bitch and that pussy came with a red ribbon
Uh-huh
T-shirt 'cause I'm bread winning, heavy sending
All these little niggas fuck with Yachty
Look up to me 'cause a nigga popping
TJ and Dexter, youngest niggas dropping
All my brothers coming hard as ever
Might have splurged for the Gucci sweater
Might jet off with P into the weather change
I like the new you
Bitch, I ain't changed
50 gang shooters on the roof
Dabbing hard in a mini coop with your finest boo
Chopper with me and he got the shotty
Two more years, I'ma cop the Mazi
My brother, Nick, love all your music
So you're really popping
For real
Xanax got my body stopping
Fuck a job, I could never clock in
Niggas talking down, I might clap 'em
Shit get horny when I wrist watch 'em
Watch 'em
Tick tock, I'm to another zone
Post up like I'm Karl Malone
Bet your girl dressed to all my songs
It's that fly music
Fly music
Young ID, bitch will ride to it
Young ID, bitch, I'm always first
Gang, gang, gang
Shooting at you like a hand burst
Hand burst
Taking all your bitches' favorite purse
Huh, huh
Going in the bag and the purse
Woo
Tell them niggas, sir
Gang