Double G buckle tucked under my shirt
I taste Codeine when I burp
I bought a Bentley forgot it insured
You just so broke, boy you get on my nerves
What would I do if the music ain´t work?

If I turn my trap phone off will it still chirp?
I couldn´t tell nouns from a verb
But I could sell wings to a bird
I could sell tags to a shirt
Askin´ me if you got tickets for sure
I don´t know, I´m not sure
You just got hit with the curve
I didn´t know that pill was yours
Said that she don´t got no boyfriend, but sure
I grabbed her ass, and she call me a perv
Open the legs, so I had to insert
Make my own beats, and I write my own words
Cash found a diamond, tucked under the dirt
I blew my third cheque in second in first
Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first
Me and body goin´ half on the chicken
First we sell it, then we splittin´ the difference

I don´t got no time to waste on no bitches
Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes

Smokin´ and stackin´ and countin´ up green
I think I need me a money machine
I heard some fuckboys are plottin´ on me
Waist 30, .240 tucked in my jeans
Won´t forget when no one cared about me
Talkin´ but they don´t know shit about me
Mad I´m the person they wanted to be
This ain´t the shit that they wanted to see, yeah
Now they lookin´ at me
Now everybody they lookin´ at me, now they lookin´ at me
Now everybody they lookin´ at me, now they lookin´ at me
Now everybody they lookin´ at me, now they lookin´ at me

My money tall hunnids, blue like a Smurf
Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt
Nobody fuckin´ with XO for sure
Your label´s new artist is really a nerd
Suit my bitch up, yeah I bought her a fur
Shootin´ shit up, better act like you heard
Before I tell, I´mma go to jail first
Drivin´ on Xannies, I might hit the curb
Valentino on my shoes and my shirt
She ain´t want me back when I wanted her
I´m from the Rex, but the Southside my turf
Had to think twice when I ordered dessert
Now I order my homies the surf with the turf
Take a full addy, with a half perc
It´s the brown boy that made it happen first
Look at me zoomin´ my Rari, skrt-skrt

Smokin´ and stackin´ and countin´ up green
I think I need me a money machine
I heard some fuckboys are plottin´ on me
Waist 30, .240 tucked in my jeans
Won´t forget when no one cared about me
Talkin´ but they don´t know shit about me
Mad I´m the person they wanted to be
This ain´t the shit that they wanted to see, yeah
Now they lookin´ at me
Now everybody they lookin´ at me, now they lookin´ at me
Now everybody they lookin´ at me, now they lookin´ at me
Now everybody they lookin´ at me, now they lookin´ at me