[Verse 1]

I'ma get it in

I've been goin' on differently, takin' different wins

I can't take a bitch seriously when this bitch is mad

How the fuck I'm mysteriously gettin' all this bread

I've been workin' on my brain and on my body, bitch

I've been workin' on gettin' ready to body this

I got hits, got a different bitch and a lotta chips

I ride round, Maserati, I'm gettin' dollars in

I look good in this, damn, I should model it

I need to get an accountant, the bank too positive

Three on me, I get paid for bein' me

He a leach, I couldn't let that be me

I just lost my bestie to that bitch, a money fiend

He get hit with the hеater if he get outta rеach

Yeah, you dead, yeah, you flop, you a weak foe

I be gettin' the head for about a week, hoe

They thought it was scratch, why the hell is you sinkin' threes, foe?

I can tell if you really different before we meet though

[Verse 2]

I've been hittin' every shot, like free throws

We gon' get that pussy stiched, no Lilo

I've been countin' bread by the mo'fuckin' kilo

I count Bluefaces baby, welcome to the meet show

Uh-uh, hoe smokes, you bitches is some jokes

The era attitude, I got these bitches on the ropes

I got out of the moat, it's Burberry, the coat

Okay, I made a move and I pop out with ya hoe

Damn, damn, I got like fifty different pics

Pop bands, how can I implicate I'm rich

God-God damn, got these bitches throwin' slights

And I'm top ten, and that's not causin' any fights, uh