[Intro]
(Wheezy beats)
Yeah
Finger licking good man you dig what I’m saying
Racks
Yeah

[Chorus]
I can see that money coming like a psychic, gotta get a check like a Nike
Gotta keep it real, stay righteous
Imma drip, flavor hot spicy
Burn through the money like nice, I’ve been steady goin’ over my prices
Young n***a fuckin’ on yo wifey, Gunna goin’ up and they don’t like it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
New racks lemonade rare, I done fucked around, caught another pair
I’ve been fuckin’ your hoe and it ain’t fair to you
I can’t even cap, shit bare to you
I just got a coupe, but had to chop the roof
Young Gunna do what he wanna do
I’m just livin’ up, life wonderful
Countin’ all these books, don’t know what to do
I stacked it up like Rudy, no huxatable
You gotta keep it tucked cause they judging you
I’m just stayin’ lit till the buzz is through
Thought I was fell up, where the fuck was you?
Switchin’ out these hoes like a substitute
You ain’t with the drip, n***a fuck you
[Chorus]
I can see that money coming like a psychic, gotta get a check like Nike
Gotta keep it real, stay righteous
Imma drip, flavor hot spicy
Burn through the money like nice, I’ve been steady goin’ over my prices
Young n***a fuckin’ on yo wifey, Gunna goin’ up and they don’t like it

[Verse 2]
Wo-, wow
Lately I’ve been floatin’ through the clouds
Lately I’ve been rockin’ me some crowds
Fans say my name, they screaming loud
Servin’ all your bands, what it ‘bout
Buyin’ out more land from the South
Cartier, I see through the clout, living all this shit without a doubt
It’s a couple bitches staying with me now
Share a bed I ain’t sleeping on the couch
Baby lips, pokin’ out like she pamper
You ain’t gotta second guess or ever doubt
Ain’t no chances for these n***as tryna foul
Gon’ get hit up and get put inside a pile
Yeah a rapper that stay come up off a pound
Only hoe livin’ life like holy grail

[Chorus]
I can see that money coming like a psychic, gotta get a check like a Nike
Gotta keep it real, stay righteous
Imma drip, flavor hot spicy
Burn through the money like nice, I’ve been steady goin’ over my prices
Young n***a fuckin’ on yo wifey, Gunna goin’ up and they don’t like it