Ain't fukin w bitches that money come first
Pockets empty but that shxt done reversed
Game in the lock Bitch I'm wrestler Kurt
Diamonds on me cuz I come from the dirt
Tryna get rich since a baby at birth
Loui V kicks on my feet when I flirt
Hammer w me like I'm going to work
Don't Play w me ngga get put in a hertz
I want a check n wateva come w it
Traded my love for a stack of blue benjis
It ain't no hope in the hood where im living
Designer my coat just in case it get chilly
Got in my bag n got out of feelings
Took a Lil time cuz I went independent
Servin that shxt that hooked Bobby n Whitney
Deal on the boxes I'm Popeyes chicken
Who want the smoke while I'm rolling this swisha
It's only room for just me and my Nggaz
If yu not w me get cropped out the picuture
I'd rather die 4 I hate on a ngga
Bitches be flocking when yu getting scrilla
If yu fall off then they leave even quicker
Flooded the piece 4 my gma I miss ha
Blood on the pen while I'm writing this scripture
I'm on the road
I done back in that mode
I done cut all of my hoes ..
I'm stacking chos
I'm power bombin Them bows
I'm never going back broke
I never told , Nggaz could never expose
I seen the best of em fold
Ain't sellin my soul, They left me out in the cold
I got it back on my own.
Look me at now
I keep the ps in the drought
I got that package in route
This ain't no clout
Give me a scale n a couch
Im charging strength for a ounce
Nggas like how?
They tryna figure me out
Tryna come c what I'm bout
I'm fukin yo spouse
Had my whole leg on the couch