Skiee get money, got boy, got weed, got blow
Ima just do all that i can do till i am gone
These hoes know my name i can feel it the fame coming close
Keeping that ratchet on me, Dear God save my soul
Got all this gold, put my diamonds up. Damn my b**h she fine af
FACTS! we got wax and gas that win marijuana cups
OG Barskie, tearing both the Carolina's up
Pimpin' ; im that young n***a, that these n***as mama's want