[Intro: Trae Tha Truth]
Coronado
Know I just like to get money
I can't tell you what the next n***a doing
I'ma just do me

[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
N***as I don't feel (No)
I was looking at it knowing n***as wasn't real (Wasn't real)
On that bullshit, but I swear I'm tryna chill (Yeah)
I remember days tryna make it to a mil' (To a mil')
Yeah, gettin' money, you can find me in the field (Field)
I be on the go, n***as somewhere sitting still (Sitting still)
I was sticking to it, n***as think I gotta drill (Uh)
Way I'm known to hustle, you will see I got a skill (Got a skill)

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Off-White, Louis V., something vintage (Yeah)
On the back streets, maneuvering something tinted (Uh)
Watching n***as capping, they selling it for an image
N***as never solid, thеy loyalty probably rented (Rentеd)
Better have it with you, you play with me, I'ma send it (Send it)
Send a blitz, have n***as scrambling like a scrimmage (Get 'em)
Playing with your life, get evicted like a tenant (Yeah)
Gotta' have the spot jumping off or up in business (Uh)
Hustle round the clock, make it look like a cakewalk (Cake)
Walking out the vault, run up in it, we play chalk (Play)
Put 'em at a halt, gon' be pressure if they caught (They)
Haters in they feelings, I just tell 'em [?] ([?])
How you calling shots, n***a? We ain't fucking with you (Fucking with you)
All them n***as that you with, they gon' be ducking with you (Ducking with you)
If it's up, then it's stuck, we ain't fussing with you (Fussing with you)
All they yelling, "You the man", while they wasn't with you (Wasn't with you)
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth & Payroll Giovanni]
N***as I don't feel (No)
I was looking at it knowing n***as wasn't real (Wasn't real)
On that bullshit, but I swear I'm tryna chill (Yeah)
I remember days tryna make it to a mil' (To a mil')
Yeah, gettin' money, you can find me in the field (Field)
I be on the go, n***as somewhere sitting still (Sitting still)
I was sticking to it, n***as think I gotta drill (Uh)
Way I'm known to hustle, you will see I got a skill (Got a skill, for what?)

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
House on the hills (Hills)
Worth a couple mil' (Mil')
The shit I had to deal made 'em think I had a deal (He got a deal?)
Bitch, I paid the cost, I can show you all the bill (Bill)
Self-made rich n***a, tell 'em how I feel (How I feel)
Riding in the Benz (Benz)
Louis on the lens (Lens)
Stones in the cross, she can tell a n***a sins (Yeah)
Rich n***a grin, you got a broke n***a frown
Used to break dope down, bag it up, and make rounds (Yeah)
Detroit to Texas, carats in my necklace
My OGs used to rock platinum in the Lexus (Boy)
Crack cocaine was my very first investment
My time go to grinding, so these hoes feel neglected
Fuck 'em
[Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
N***as I don't feel (No)
I was looking at it knowing n***as wasn't real (Wasn't real)
On that bullshit, but I swear I'm tryna chill (Yeah)
I remember days tryna make it to a mil' (To a mil')
Yeah, gettin' money, you can find me in the field (Field)
I be on the go, n***as somewhere sitting still (Sitting still)
I was sticking to it, n***as think I gotta drill (Uh)
Way I'm known to hustle, you will see I got a skill (Got a skill)