Man
Keep recording till the beat stop
Don't stop unless I stop it
If you miss it, just keep going
Yeah
Yeah
I feel like God blessed me with a sack so I can pass around
Mid gave me the game without no cut so I could pass it down
I can't have no smoke up out no slut who being passed around
I done spent two mil or more on clothes, I'm into fashion now
I'ma put the facts in every verse, I ain't gon cap you down

Bro believe in if I hit, he might come out in a cap and gown
We was getting them loaves, we put them bags on every side of town
Lambo' sit so low, I left the door, I'm damn near on the ground
I'm running the South, no disrespect to Tip, I need the crown
These n***as should stop, they running off of drip, they burnin' out
I'm really the bank, I play with Ms for real, I bring 'em out
I'm ready to bet it all, you call me out, I'll put it down

I put in so much work for this shit, I forget I'm the boss
I took all the hitters from the hood and put 'em in the loft
I wear Chrome Heart glasses today, I hope I see the cross
I've been hustling hard, I win so much I don't even see the loss
I got pretty bitches tryna fuck me at the same time
I just bought a wagon, bought my other half the same kind
She mad 'cause I hit her and her bestie with the same line
I'm never gonna switch up since you met me, been the same since
Focused
Came up at the store
Wasn't good at sports, so practice I ain't ever go
I started with a half a zip, I filled it to a bow
The penthouse 50 stories up, this shit from out the floor
Half a mil in twenty dollar bills, they think I'm selling blow
Come up banket on my ass, like rest in peace to Charlie Lo
You don't got cars and when you see 'em gonna handle it, it's a joke

N***as acting like they run around Atlanta, this a no
You can't say what you gonna do to me then act like it's a joke
They don't want me in that mode, I swear I'll send 'em till I'm broke
Everybody in the race, I switched the lane so I could coast
Made four hundred off a thousand then I go and cop the Ghost
Keep my bag and make shit gross
Pay three hundred for each car wash, 24 hours, you do the math

I just know whatever club we pop out at they gonna be mad
I just hope nobody see the op, this shit gonna turn out bad
Pull up looking like the mafia, we blowing money fast
Everybody got chain, yeah
Everybody got flame in here
It ain't shit to get a lane going
Everybody in here gang going
Yeah
Yeah
Everybody in here gang going
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Everybody got chain, yeah
Everybody got flame in here
It ain't shit to get a lane going
Everybody in here gang going
Yeah
Everybody in here gang going
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Get out my way
Jade, your name on the beat
Can't help but laugh at you n***as, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah