[Hook 2x] Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back Smoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that If you ever run up, get your wig pushed back In the club on the trap, it's a fact, what you say about that [Verse 1] Popped so many bottles, I should be a bartender So much cash on me that I should be a money lender Moved so many pounds, they think that I'm a bodybuilder What I spent last night, I could've bought an Audi, n***a Bet a hundred chickens I don't get no recognition But f** some recognition, I just want them hundred chickens Slapped the top of my new [?] like I'm an Indian My only wish is that them bricks go back to ten again Wake up, couldn't cake up, got a king size in my kitchen Bad b**h, no make-up, neighbors minding their business In the roof, long face up, in six days or you missing Don't pay up, won't wake up, and leave you sleeping with the fishes [Hook] [Verse 2] It's a well known fact that I keep big straps Got them things in my bookbag and I'ma bust back When lil' mama seen my watch, baby had a heart attack Got a Ziploc full of mollies, I call it the party pack I'm my own fan, I'ma meet myself, so much money, got to treat myself Call me old school [?], put rims on then I called it a day Heard that Gucci Mane and them getting money, got ten cars but the show want twenty Rims so big but the top so skinny, stand next to me, yeah it'll cost you twenty Mind your business, don't cost you any, hold on, wait one goddamn minute Gucci Mane came in a drop top Bentley, switched up, came in a hard top Benzi Cool as a fool but sure ain't friendly, worth more than a pool with no goddamn diamonds Won't stop rapping ‘til a n***a start shining, [?] still trapping so a n***a still grinding [Hook]