text: Baby 
  Lets go
  My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
  My mama taught me how to use a rubber
  I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
  All I knew was how to get the money 
  I done broke a lot of records in a year now
  GRAMMY-nominated nigga, bitch, its lit now
  I was tryna tell em I was special as a jit
  I stillll open fire on a nigga, make him get down 
  Yeah, bitch, you aint seen a nigga do it like Baby 
  Big chain and Im solo in this bitch
  Glock four-five, AP and four bracelets 
  I just spent three million on the crib 
  And I dont even be there, I just did it for my baby 
  You prolly never met a nigga like me
  Really bout whatever, from the bottom like the basement 
  You might have a point but I aint finna argue with you
  Wont go back and forth, I be done shot him
  Im in the studio, I got my daughter with me in a Fendi dress, she rockin diamonds 
  Light show, nigga 
  Heat me up, I got my ice on, nigga
  I be signin million-dollar deals with my fingertips on eSign on my fuckin iPhone, nigga
  Im the nigga, let me talk about it 
  My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
  My mama taught me how to use a rubber
  I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
  All I knew was how to get the money 
  I done broke a lot of records in a year now
  GRAMMY-nominated nigga, bitch, its lit now
  I was tryna tell em I was special as a jit
  I stillll open fire on a nigga, make him get down 
  My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
  My mama taught me how to use a rubber
  I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
  All I knew was how to get the money 
  I done broke a lot of records in a year now
  GRAMMY-nominated nigga, bitch, its lit now
  I was tryna tell em I was special as a jit
  I stillll open fire on a nigga, make him get down 
  Court dates for the New Year 
  Twenty on the lawyer, twenty-seven thousand for a jet I never boarded
  Everybody in the county treat a nigga like the truth 
  Lock the jail down every time a nigga move 
  In a dirty-ass cell, doin push-ups, eatin soup
  The media believin em, they wanna see me go back
  Rich nigga cant rob a broke nigga and you know that
  Locked a nigga up in South Florida like he Kodak
  A quarter-million dollars in my motherfuckin tote bag
  They think I like to fight until a nigga get a toe tag 
  Hang his jersey up, his shit a throwback 
  Police aint know me, they dont wanna see me bubble
  Pretty-ass smile like my motherfuckin mother
  All the nigga know is hustle, multi-million dollar nigga
  Got to stay up out of trouble, Im the realest nigga in it
  Let me talk about it 
  My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
  My mama taught me how to use a rubber
  I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
  All I knew was how to get the money 
  I done broke a lot of records in a year now
  GRAMMY-nominated nigga, bitch, its lit now
  I was tryna tell em I was special as a jit
  I stillll open fire on a nigga, make him get down 
  My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
  My mama taught me how to use a rubber
  I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
  All I knew was how to get the money 
  I done broke a lot of records in a year now
  GRAMMY-nominated nigga, bitch, its lit now
  I was tryna tell em I was special as a jit
  I stillll open fire on a nigga, make him get down