[Intro]
Uh, I ran it the fuck up (Yo)
They said I couldn't though, look in they face, and I be like fuck 'em (Woah)

[Chorus]
Look at how I get cake, I ran it the fuck up (Yeah, woah)
Yeah I look in they face, I laugh and say, "Fuck 'em" (I said, "Fuck 'em" again, yeah)
You ain't makin' shit shake, yeah, I had to cuddle (I swear to cut you again, yeah)
I don't got time for hate, I do what I wanna
Gettin' big, big bankroll, uh (Hell yeah)
[?], oh
[?] fake ya, I fuck a bad bitch, she ain't got makeup on
Fuck all that fake love, ho come in swervin', body covered in Saint Laurent
I think lowkey I'm famous, that pretty ho wanna say that she know my songs
Tell that bitch, yeah, "I love that" (Yeah)
She get up, yeah, she rub that (Woah)
Swear I been it, I done that (Woah)
Yeah, I'm bringin' the fun back, uh (Woah)
We got whole lotta snipers, they in the point, and you showin' yo' gun back (Yeah, yeah)
I [?] my eyes [?], cigarettes smokin', your love make my heart black (Woah, woah)

[Verse]
You gotta get to it, get the bag, yeah, ain't no more losing (Yeah, yeah)
Put my swag on, I'm an influence (Yeah)
I don't brag, but, yeah, I been coolin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't brag, but, yeah, I been boolin' (Yeah)
Get my bag, yeah, there ain't no losing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, there ain't no losing
Talkin' cash, yeah, then I be fluent (Yo, yo), yo
Yeah, I swear they be takin' my flows
Yeah, they don't give me credit for show, I want my flowers and rose, uh
The way I be stackin' these racks, you'd think I'm addicted to dough, uh, slatt
Just fucked 'round dropped a lil' EP, but now I'ma do it some more, some more
[Chorus]
Look at how I get cake, I ran it the fuck up (Yeah, woah)
Yeah I look in they face, I laugh and say, "Fuck 'em" (I said, "Fuck 'em" again, yeah)
You ain't makin' shit shake, yeah, I had to cuddle
I don't got time for hate, I do what I wanna
Gettin' big, big bankroll, uh
[?], oh
[?] fake ya, I fuck a bad bitch, she ain't got makeup on
Fuck all that fake love, ho come in swervin', body covered in Saint Laurent
I think lowkey I'm famous, that pretty ho wanna say that she know my songs
Tell that bitch, yeah, "I love that" (Yeah)
She get up, yeah, she rub that (Woah)
Swear I been it, I done that (Woah)
Yeah, I'm bringin' the fun back, uh (Woah)
We got whole lotta snipers, they in the point, and you showin' yo gun back (Yeah, yeah)
I [?] my eyes [?], cigarettes smokin', your love make my heart black (Woah, woah)