I've been grindin' for a minute, I'ma make it to the top
Forever stackin' paper, that ain't never gon' stop
Got my bros in my corner, when you step, they gon' pop
Fake hood niggas, mine came straight up off the block
I'm the littest in the city, that's probably why they mad
You ain't pushin' shit, boy, get up off your ass
And for you bitches that ain't got shit, gon' get in your bag
Waitin' for a nigga to pay your bills, that shit sad
Every new year, it's the same damn thing
All my bitches havin' motions, diamonds, go bling
Young boss bitch, gettin' money pretty and paid
Strictly bout the business, baby, I don't wanna have
Walk up in the spot, clean as f*ck, yeah, fresh as death
This Balenciaga's on my feet, hoe, watch your step
Face real pretty, ass like Meg
If you wanna eat it, nigga, you gon' have to beg
Y'all niggas broke, y'all niggas mad
I been goin' hard since Friday after last
Walk up in the spot, bad bitches shakin' ass
Take a couple steps, you probably trip over some bags
This is not a drill, I feel like Veeze
Hit my cup a couple times, my O.D
We don't f*ck with scrams, make them hoes leave
Tripped out
Thinkin' I'ma pay for weave I don't pay for nails
But I can get you sales, f*cker and a friend
I'm an overly player, havin' real games
Sellin' salt to a snail, I just bust five tools
Back to back and I don't even care
Bitches mad as hell, cause I don't wanna do they hair
Everywhere I go, these niggas gon' stop and stare
He talkin' bout I broke his heart, baby, Ian playin' fair
Rockin' chrome heart, but you never hear me swear