[Don Q]
They wanna see a nigga but I will not stand for it
I know they wishin´ on ways bout catchin´ me slippin´ but I´m too advanced for it

I told my niggas that we gon´ go get us some millions and I got a plan for it
Just fly with me (Fly with me)
Fly with me and I´ma make sure that we land on it

[Don Q]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They took the sling and they ran with it
I´ll bring the gang just to handle it
I´m in the game you an analyst
I´m makin´ plays with the cannabis
I mastered my brain and I channeled it
It´s 50K on my hand and wrist
I´m flossin´ my chain when the camera hit (Woah, nigga, wait)
These niggas curious and that shit makin´ me furious
I can tell how pure it is, if it come back when I´m steerin´ it

Secret indictments, every night keepin´ me fright
I sleep with a pipe, when I move the people recite
I´m tryna keep ´em enlightened, but sometime I be so precisive
I move through the streets like a tiger (Like a what?)
The first release and I strike ´em (Boom!)
I see the comments and mentions, the money just keep me from typing
I´m chasin´ commas and millions, that´s the only thing that keeps me excited

[Don Q]
When you know the game it ain´t that hard to get the millions
I treat all my hoes the same, unless they in they feelings

I´m signed now, but I worked the corner independent
Twenty-five thou, just to flood the corners in the pendant

[G Herbo]
I made it cool to feed the hood and put my niggas on
Took a hundred fifty thousand, brought the killers home
We used to kill shit literally, that´s how I did the song
It´s February, we tote AK´s with chinchillas on
Remember way before I even had this shit, probably took twenty thousand and put you on
2013 Summer, me and [?] Gotti, ridin´ round with my Glock, I had two clips on me
Now I´m gettin´ guap like I´m signed to Sony

I ain´t gotta wake up ´go fire at your at homies
Ain´t got no license, highspeed, runnin´ lights, tryna shoot it and drive when I roll by lonely
Landed at JFK today with 70 on me, fuck around and left me 40
And I be mad as hell when I land here, know I keep it on me, fuck around and left me a .40
First day I touch down, go and get up with Don, nigga that´s my homie
And we ain´t worried about no harm, 10 niggas gon´ die about one charm
Still goin´ hard, roaches in the yard
Foreigns in garage, 12´s in the engine
Ceilings with the stars, rollies on our arms
Rockets on hips, set off car alarms
Fuck around and cop a Lamborghini truck, get that bitch bombproof
Bitch live for rock boy, I been a block boy

I used to hop out my car and shoot

[Don Q]
When you know the game it ain´t that hard to get the millions
I treat all my hoes the same, unless they in they feelings
I´m signed now, but I worked the corner independent
Twenty-five thou, just to flood the corners in the pendant