Everything going up, It's so cold
Whole with my team, hoppin' out a four door
Nothing left I feel so numb
No one else, I'm on my own
Turn up on me and I'm saying who are you?
Turn up in the club, think my cup is turning blue
I got racks inside the system, I can throw it up for you
Making money my religion, I just wake up keep it true
In the city and I'm off it,
I pour too much in my cup
Got some racks all in my pocket,
Cop some shit that you can't touch
Keep it hidden in my locket
Swear this shit ain't adding up
When I take off like a rocket,
These broke boys ain't keeping up
Burberry on me and we get it for the cheap
Twinnin with the plug, make my money turn green
Flying overseas, at the show we never sleep
Turnin up the city,
You know where to find me
Everything going up, It's so cold
Whole with my team, hoppin' out a four door
Nothing left I feel so numb
No one else, I'm on my own
Turn up on me and I'm saying who are you?
Turn up in the club, think my cup is turning blue
I got racks inside the system, I can throw it up for you
Making money my religion, I just wake up keep it true
Keep it true
Keep it true
Keep it true
Keep it true