(It´s a Wayne beat)
I got White Grease with me (Elijah), I got Pablo
I got the original Grease Man
We finna start a fire in this motherfucker
(His name´s Pablo)

I got a hunnit cash on me, I´ll spend all this shit
Today a light day, I got on all Rick
A million dollars, bro, that´s what you call rich?
Nigga, I just spent two million dollars, play with tall shit
Shout out my nigga Audi, call it dog shit
Pull into the O and I just landed on some dog shit, like Craig daddy
She got some good pussy, but her head chatty
Crank the supercharge up, I done scared granny
Fifty racks each pocket, why my pants saggy?
I got a million dollar deal, still dress tacky
Crazy part, I ain´t even got no advance, I been just rappin´
Your numbers don´t go up, cause you just cappin´

I´m finna drop a mixtape called “Something Happened”
Please don´t stand behind me, ‘cause I punch backwards
´25 Maybach with the run flatters
I made $100K this week and let my son have it
Put the gun behind my back, start shootin´, how I run backwards
Fuck the hoe niggas, free the ones matter
Niggas ain´t got hands, nowadays, havin´ a gun matter
Eighty-six hundred on me, finna spend it all on drank
Duh, it was a pint of red, what the fuck you think?
I got three million stashed, nigga, fuck a bank
But when you take it out the wrapper, it´s gon´ fuckin´ stink

Yeah, smell like mildew
I just made a hundred thousand on some real shoes
You said everything you won´t, but what you will do?
Like slime your brother out for a couple dollars?
White Supreme mid-tops cost a fuckin´ Prada
Bitch asked, "Can we fuck?" I´m like, "Nada"
She put her brother in our business, and I popped him
He pulled up with straight Quay´, so I Wocked it
This shit was all in God plans, you can´t stop it
I´m tired of buyin´ drank from these niggas, need a doctor´s ´script
When your car go two hundred, it be hard to stop it
Like, how you sayin´ I owe you somethin´ cause you see I got it
When I was dead broke, you ain´t see the profit

When I asked you to do a song, you would switch topics
Your bum ass, should´ve played for Flint Tropics
AP got a bomb in it, why that bitch tockin´?
Why that bitch tickin´?
Hope I see the ho in person, I´ma kick flip her
You can´t get over on me, I done tricked trickers
Plus, I ain´t never lose sight, I see the big picture
You niggas big bitches
Hit a lick for ten racks and bought six switches
That ain´t even no BBL, she got a big biscuit
I was tryna cook a whole brick, then my wrist twisted
Yeah, I twist my wrist
At the gas station, dude got popped on, we reminiscin´
Before this rap shit, I was in the kitchen

Nigga, I was broke as hell, but I had a mission
C said we couldn´t go flat, long as we had a kitchen