You got it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
All day wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it

I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it

This all came from nothing
Turnin into something
All the time
This all came from nothing
Okay
Turn it all to something

I get money all the time
Where yo money fuckin rhymes look?
Rose money, money mob and mobbin
Watch flooded, can’t even tell the time in it
And we started all from nothing
And we turn it into something
Bad bitches love a nigga hustling
Pussy, fill it up like mustard
I made 10 mill off that record

I be ridin round with that Nina
You don’t want that no
All my niggas gon get it, go and bring that back

You got it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
All day wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it

This all came from nothing
Turnin into something
This all came from nothing
Turn it all to something

Rich nigga baby fuck what it cost

Red Phantom with the Lamborghini doors
Bought the bottoms for the shooters, Bentleys for the bitches
Bought myself a prezzy, niggas started catchin feelings
How that boy a sinner with a closet full of Christians?
Red underneath of my receipt, feels like a scripture
All she fuck is winners
So you know she wit it
Hoes wanna sue you when they find out how you livin
If you wit it then I’m wit it
Mama told me go and get it
Still bustin choppas while you bitches burnin bridges

You got it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
All day wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it

This all came from nothing
Turnin into something
This all came from nothing
Turn it all to something

I’m wit it
I’m wit you for the hustle, wit you for the grind
Wit you cuz you fine, you can tell yo friend is screamin now

Pointin at the car that I like, now that bitch mine
Know I got that work, if you wit it put in overtime
She gon make cum, swallow every core I made me from
Yo boyfriend a bum
Why he let you come outside with them?
You deserve Chanelle, YSL, gold yard hill
You ain’t gotta ask, you can see, all my niggas real
Bout to whip a pill with my haters leave behind em
Put you on that new girl, I know it’s not a crime
So if you got it I’m wit it

You got it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it

I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
All day wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it
I’m wit it, I’m wit it, I’m wit it

This all came from nothing
Turnin into something
This all came from nothing
Turn it all to something