text: Yeah
  Whole lotta niggas with Glocks and pistols 
  Whole lotta hunnids in knots, they Crip blue
  Niggas think Im somewhere cryin with tissues
  Certified, internet or not, Ill get with you
  Bulletproof on the Suburban, Im havin guns with switches, tons of bitches
  Really can afford to quit doin this shit right now
  When Im done havin fun, Im chillin
  2019, I went bought a nine-acre estate
  2020, made twenty-two million
  Niggas gotta be kiddin 
  I ran laps around all of these niggas, just like ShaCarri Richardson
  The whole world watchin, they wanna see how he gon figure it 
  The Maybach chocolate, cinnamon
  Im in this bitch right now like Yosemite
  These niggas mustve forgot what they were dealin with
  One of yall could die right now, nigga, literally 
  Whole lotta money in this motherfucker, shoutout to BIA, Im back on my be on my business 
  I used sneak in the club with a lil .22, I got in with the strap in my tennis
  Eighty percent of these rap niggas bitches, so fuck what you think bout what happened, I did it
  Gon have to compare me to one of them niggas who aint never care bout none of these niggas 
  I know bitches with more nuts, Sandy
  These niggas sweet as a bitch, no candy
  Set this bitch off if you fuck with my family
  Double-dare one of you niggas to touch me
  Still aint bumped into you niggas, youre lucky 
  Bitch, Im a big dog and you lil niggas puppies 
  They think Ima fold for that motherfuckin money
  Bitch, Im in control of me, these niggas puppets 
  Broke ass nigga, too bad Im already havin 
  Too bad I own all my cars and my mansions 
  Too bad I already made my investments
  Cry me a river, Im over here laughin 
  Bitch, you never met a stand up nigga?
  Dont understand me, nigga, yeah, Im different 
  Ridin with the top down, chillin
  ARP ridin shotgun with me
  Yall out here ridin to them cap ass niggas
  Yall rappin bout shit, yall not gon live it 
  Bout time I catch another body
  Fuck around with me, know shots come with it 
  They might just hit me with the R.I.C.O
  All of my friends keep it real, its the G-code
  Fuck with the cars, make it spin until he gone
  Im in the building, some Gram shit with a freak ho
  Cant kick this shit the way that I kick it
  Take big nuts to do this shit the way I did it 
  Might as well start savin yall money
  Yall hatin ass niggas gon pay for this pimpin
  Pay that, until yall do that, I lay back
  I aint even trippin, Im straight, man
  Nigga, you could die from the shit that you talkin bout
  You gotta be careful, boy, why would you say that?
  Why would you risk it? Tough ass niggas always ready to die bout that pride and these bitches
  Like I wont pull up with a vest, a durag, and a hat, about firin on niggas like 50, nigga
  Im talkin bout 2003, 2004 50, nigga 
  That my motherfuckin nigga too, man, shoutout for being a real nigga 
  Dont you ever fuckin forget that, nigga 
  Theres a whole lotta money in this motherfucker 
  Oh, you scared now?
  Bitch