Different lyrics

[Intro: G.T.]
Yeah, brrt
(You recordin', Smerf?)
Motion, for real
Know we started this sh*t, right? (n*gga, Bandman made this beat)
Ayy, n*gga

[Chorus: G.T.]
Shooting stars in that big motherf*ckin' Cullinan
n*ggas wanna know the cost, they can't even cover it (Lame-ass n*gga)
First mission was a ticket, now it's time to double (Double)
b*tch, I got it out the mud, so I sip lean in public (For real)
Hit the club a hundred deep, n*ggas know how we comin' (Yeah)
Valet park ten foreigns in a row and leave 'em runnin' (Yeah)
Blow this sh*t, get it back, man, it's only money (It's money)
And I'm workin' every day like I ain't got nothin' (I'm huntin')

[Post-Chorus: G.T.]
I'ma stack the hundreds (Yeah)
I'ma blow the fifties and the twenties (Yeah, ayy), that sh*t nothin' (Yeah)

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Walk in the spot, n*ggas workin', 2Pac
Lean prices gettin' high, we put four thousand in the pot
The yay don't be consistent, so I'm f*ckin' with the crop
And you can buy some 'bows with some bitcoin, I f*ck with stock
Or you can pay to learn how to cook dope, we scrape pot
You can see I'm gettin' money, I might step in a drop
All them Eastside n*ggas got the game in a headlock
We came up off sellin' hard stones like we from Bedrock
I got three Rollies, but I still rock my man's watch
I put in legwork, so you won't never see my hands off
I count up all the pros, it's time to stretch the rubber band out
Before I wrote a song, I used to post up in the tan house
[Chorus: G.T.]
Shooting stars in that big motherf*ckin' Cullinan
n*ggas wanna know the cost, they can't even cover it (Lame-ass n*gga)
First mission was a ticket, now it's time to double (Double)
b*tch, I got it out the mud, so I sip lean in public (For real)
Hit the club a hundred deep, n*ggas know how we comin' (Yeah)
Valet park ten foreigns in a row and leave 'em runnin' (Yeah)
Blow this sh*t, get it back, man, it's only money (It's money)
And I'm workin' every day like I ain't got nothin' (I'm huntin')

[Verse 2: Tripstar]
Dope came brown, I bought some different mix
Sell a split, go ten for ten, AMG behind some tint
Auntie always need a fixing, so I'm always in the kitchen
I might just go missing, in the trap, yeah, I got perfect attendance
G.T. let me take him straight to school, go find a plug and get rich
Ever since I found my first connect, I never looked back since
I'm so quick to take a risk, you quick to snitch
I'ma hit, you quick to miss
Turn an ounce to thirty-six, woah

[Chorus: G.T.]
Shooting stars in that big motherf*ckin' Cullinan
n*ggas wanna know the cost, they can't even cover it (Lame-ass n*gga)
First mission was a ticket, now it's time to double (Double)
b*tch, I got it out the mud, so I sip lean in public (For real)
Hit the club a hundred deep, n*ggas know how we comin' (Yeah)
Valet park ten foreigns in a row and leave 'em runnin' (Yeah)
Blow this sh*t, get it back, man, it's only money (It's money)
And I'm workin' every day like I ain't got nothin' (I'm huntin')