[Intro]
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do
(Yea)
Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do
(It's coming down)
Yea that's what I couldn't do
(It's coming down)
Yeaaaa
Huhhhhh

[Hook]
These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea
Couldn't do yea
Yea that's what I couldn't do yea
These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea

[Verse 1]
Maserati
Lotta money got her pussy popping
My n***as lit yea my n***as the nighas that you jockin
Let's it rockin
I do business yea I'm making Profit
Ain't got no options
Claw these tracks like im a fuckin monster
Yea
With two bitches identical
We pouring Henny cuz Pyro do not drink pinnacle
Ughhh
I'm talking shit
It's getting sinister
99 problems but my goal is to eat dinner
Huh
Yea I Had the work had to Clock you in
Down in Virginia my boy Daniel he gon box you in
Trunk full of gas They ain't know a thing
Life is a bitch you can't give a ring
I'm from Brooklyn you better not try it
I add my n***as now that money started multiplying
In the booth I'm cooking up I'm a chef I be frying
You try to stop my team progression I bet that you dying

[Hook]
These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea
Couldn't do yea
Yea that's what I couldn't do yea
These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea

[Verse 2]
Every night I be praying for some ends
People love you when you up now I swear I'm losing friends
Ima get it how I get it lord forgive me for these sins
Hating on a Brooklyn n***a lick the bottom of these Tims
Bitch I came straight out New York
What the fuck these n***as thought
All this pain up in my heart
Music kept me out the dark
All these haters throwing salt
All this money that I sought
All that hatred from the cops
Police tryna get you caught
Woah
I couldn't picture A better feeling
Get that money stack it till it hit the fucking ceiling
Look
I'll be your pusha if the lord willing
In my bag so much these n***as thought I was stealing
Yea And now it's time for me to flex
When you working hard ain't no feeling like success
Smoking on this loud cuz it made me dub stress
Now when I Drop its bombs like funk flex
Ahhhh

[Hook]
These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Keep my money short that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea
Couldn't do yea
Yea that's what I couldn't do yea
These n***as love to tell you what you shouldn't do yea
Give up on myself that's what I couldn't do yea
Come up on my own that's what I couldn't do yea