Verse
No let up, All I talk is money it's a hundred when I hick-up
Pick up, She a pin up, Sit up, This a Stick up
I'm here to take everything
I'm dope by the finger b**hes pawning me their wedding rings
But I don't need em, Baby you gotta feed his ego
We in the loft, I'm playing round with her bald eagle
Salute to the girl cause I still wrap them birds up
Can't step on the crack so the marble gotta hurdle
Purple, Light it up I'm moving like a turtle
Secret society of the real up in my circle
And corner
Hit up my connect he got the Goya
4 and a baby I push it in a stroller
Controller Reloading, Now i'm off papers so my hits i'm performing
Fire Marshall tripping cause I got the club open
Plus I got the proper style
I'm in the trap with more scales than a crocodile
Gotta feed these streets I feed em' heat
Put Bangers on the block now it's time to eat
Got payment for the cars we don't like to lease
Got rubbers for the broads who run I.G
Billy Jean success told me bout you
But I got a flight in the a.m. time for round 2
My commas times 2, 2Eaze a big spender
Y'all still buying hard man my chicken tender
Alize and Hennessy put me in a blender
Sipping thug pa**ion, floating like aladdin
Dog food magic, got me living lavish
I'm above average, Got my paper straight
This the real sh** my ice don't evaporate
These n***as bootleg with their sh** they using masking tape
They rapping like they got it so we hear with masks and tape
Yea n***a Top Flight been the motto
She bagging up my fingers but you know her as a model
Yo hablo, Yo hablo dinero
Red or blue pill I be serving more than Neo
Who he think he be, I get checks like Nike
Movie set till 3, cameras rolling
2 minute warning Bellichek know I'm golden
Picture me whipping a Rolls Royce like it's stolen
Holding, got your main b**h for ransom
An I give her deep dick oh God's her anthem
Then I pa** the iPhone tell her "Time to romance him"
And she thinking big money cause she know you gon answer
I'm a beast
Talking double digits man I put that in my teeth
Leaning way back you can't see me in my seat
Everything I touch now bring them white sheets
Every time I touchdown I'm on the big screen
Agreements, Only agreeing that I'm lenient
Go against my law I guess you rather meet Allah
This ain't for the blogs, This for trapstars
This for the real bagging at the crack of dawn
I remember reaching out not 1 would respond
Now they praise when I drop like the Holy Quaran
My music never wrong, Look what's in my palm
This ain't nothing new I tried to tell em all along
Soon to be the trend until I drop another song
n***as thought that I was playing when I said I was the one
These n***as thought that I was playing when I said I was the one