Intro Video (MV)

My pockets got cash, I ain't tryna go to the bank
They hating I'm pushing that weight
Got these niggas mad, they see that I'm getting this cake
I'm taking these trips outta state
Get in yo bag, tell these niggas stay out the way
They play they get put on the plate
Ain't going out bad 'bout nun of these hoes cause they fake
She pull up I might f*ck her face
Hop in the Ashton
Pull off I might do the dash, I might go take twelve on a chase
Ain't no Tay K, my nigga just caught him a case, he say that he gone do the race
Been f*ckin' hoes, I hit it then I gotta go, I cannot be going on dates
Up in the 'yo, my nigga just got him a load to spend and get back in a day
I'm from the Souf where niggas might run in yo spot, that hoe might just f*ck you for clout
Boy watch yo mouth, Lil D got a glock he won't miss, he keep him a stick in the couch
Came from the bricks, we came from the trenches
They ain't gave me shit, so I had to go get it
F*ck all that talking, my niggas ain't speaking
If he want some smoke we gone knock off his fitted
Paper Trail Circle this shit ain't no gang, but I'm rollin' wit 'em like they from the 60's
Boy you ain't tough, you a sissy
Speakin' on me watch how niggas go missing
Tape got No Hooks, so I know they gone listen
Run with that sack then my niggas gone blitz it
Bro got the 30, it came with a kick
You kissing that hoe, she just ate up the dick