Uh (Dog), uh (Thanks Yakree)
222 (Dog, yeah), 222 (Dog), I´ma step a few (Dog)
222 (Dog, uh), 222 (Dog, it´s Wizzle, hahaha)
I´ma step a few (Yeah), I´ma step a few (Dog)

I ain´t gettin´ on the plane ´less my gang in
Customs wanna check my bag ´cause my chain in it
Say they want that old Wiz´ but I´m the same nigga
You could have a billion dollars and still be a lame nigga
I´m Picasso with the pot flow, I just paint pictures
Smoke weed every day, once out the month I drink liquor
When I switch the lane it might look like my paint drippin´
Dang twistin´, lookin´ for her ´cause your bae missin´
Poppin´ rubber bands and poppin´ Chrome tags
Hoppin´ off the jet, that´s why I´m jet lagged

Show my passport then I´m movin´ past
BMF, I´m blowin´ marijuana fast
Even if they tell me not to, I´ma smoke
Got my money up, I´m never goin´ broke
Wakin´ back, soon as I wake I gotta smoke
Come to Kush, I´m the G.O.A.T., I could teach you how to roll

Black truck, blowin´ gas and we switchin´ lanes (Switchin´ lanes)
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains (Skii)
Shades on in the club, I can´t see a thing (On God)
Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain (Make it rain)
Fuck her with my chains on while she watch ´em swang (Ugh)

Could´ve bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain (Ice)
I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane
I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (They know my name)

If you ain´t about your bag, then stay in your lane (Stay in your lane)
I need a money counter, this shit on the floor (Floor)
Takin´ pictures with my fans in the corner store (Yeah)
This the life all these niggas really dreamin´ for (No cap)
This that real Florida music, get you in that mode (In that mode)
This that get-money music, don´t listen if you´re broke (If you´re broke)

This that shit that make a nigga wanna beat the road (Beat the road)
This that shit that make a nigga feel like fuck these hoes (Fuck these hoes)
You ain´t never talkin´ money, keep your mouth closed (Mouth closed)
Chase some money, nigga, and stop chasin´ clout ´fore you run into a drought, bro (Yeah)
Let these hoes trick him, now that nigga ´bout broke, huh, yeah (Dumb-ass nigga)

Black truck, blowin´ gas and we switchin´ lanes (Switchin´ lanes)
Gold teeth, Cuban links, and a lot of chains (A lot of chains)
Shades on in the club, I can´t see a thing (Can´t see a thing)

Bankroll in my pocket, I can make it rain (Can make it rain)
Fuck her with my chains on while she watch ´em swang (Ugh)
Could´ve bust that bitch down, but I kept it plain (On God)
I jumped out the bed and jumped on a plane (On a plane)
I done jumped in my bag, now they know my name (Skii)

This that real Florida music, get you in that mode (Yeah)
This that get-money music, don´t listen if you´re broke (If you´re broke)
This that shit that make a nigga wanna beat the road (Beat the road)

This that shit that make a nigga feel like fuck these hoes
Feel like fuck these hoes
This that shit that make a nigga wanna beat the road
Yeah, don´t listen if you´re broke