[Intro]
Yeah, n*ggas know what's gonna happen when we hit the stu you dig?
Yung Dutch!
[Verse 1]
Walking around with them bills
But we not in Cancun
I done be in Jersey
I be chillin' with them goons
Y'all n*ggas is pus*y
I look at y'all like food
If you in my way
Then you n*ggas really done
Smoking on this kush
High like a balloon
Paid for a Wesson
And I got a private room
Took your hoe inside
You know what I'm abouta do
When I'm done with her, I'ma pass her to the crew
Rent you from the bank
I got a pocket full of blues
Look down on my watch
These exclusive jewels
Took her on a date
But we went to Jamba Juice
[Verse 2]
All I ever cared about was getting to that money
Cause in eighth grade, I used to dress up bummy (bummy)
These Balenciagas
These are Mike Amiris
Say it louder for them n*ggas that ain't get to hear me
Counting up these bands while I was selling keys
With the foreign off the lot and I ain't sign the lease
n*ggas ask for handouts
Ugh, boy, please
Got your niece up on her knees
Your mother on her knees
God damn n*gga
You got one twisted family
Got this designer Fendi jacket
We ain't repping Bs
Got a couple looks
But I never threw them Cs
Shoutout to them n*ggas that was with me in the streets
n*ggas don't know what I been through
Smoking on this pack, I stay cool
Undefeatable, I can't lose
Gucci something on my shoes
I'm that n*ggas on my noose
Drunk as f*ck off this booze
Serve right in that sus move
Ball out on these n*ggas like I'm Cruz