(Verse 1)
I'm ballin, money callin, your hoe kawalling, she knows I'm on it
I'm feeling faded, lean got me wasted, these n*ggas hating, they know we'll make it
Shordy know that I be on the glo
I get dis money, spend it then I gotta go
Dis ice on my neck super cold, it got me super froze
Michael Kors watch on my wrist, got it for the low
I took your b*tch and your homie said we were goals
I'm tryna get to the foreign ass vehicles
She seen my lyrics and said I was lyrical
Run up a check man this feel like a miracle
I be in my zone, pull up with the chrome, all I see is clones, nothing set in stone but I'm all up on your hoe, ya she blown my phone, never needed nobody, I did this on my own
I'm the sickest with it, got the b*tches with it, got balmains on and their slim-fitted
Back in the booth and it's been a minute, these n*ggas scared yeah they acting timid, I just took his girl now he's feeling livid, got grillz on my teeth and it's really vivid, these n*ggas they scared yeah they gotta quit it, got drank in my cup and it got me wicked
I hope your girl knows I'm the man, bout my green like Peter Pan, I'm going big and going grand, I'm coming up straight to the bands
(Pre-Chorus)
I get the guap and I split it
I get the car and I whip it
I get the ball and I kick it
These n*ggas, they ain't really wid it
I'm balling hard like a Piston
These n*ggas they hate from a distance
I whip it up in the kitchen
I'am the man in position
(Chorus)
I'am the man in Position
I do not see competition
Get money, the hustle ambition
Stack it up, thats the tradition
(Verse 2)
I do not care what you think
Water dripping from the sink
Chains on my neck when I skate
Call that sh*t ice in the rink
I got some henny to drink
And I be sippin on that pink
Me and the brodies we link
Your girl she blow me a wink
Pass from the back like I'm Rondo
Boutta takeover Toronto
Need a b*tch that hold a convo
Get money yeah that's the motto
All of my n*ggas gon eat
f*ck a check up then we leave
I got your b*tch on her knees
These n*ggas can't f*ck with me
And you know I'm rocking breds
Middle finger to the feds
I can be paying the debts
But I'd rather count money instead
I'm boutta make it rain
Yeah I'm boutta run the game
Why'd you say you took an uber?
When I seen your ass on the train
These n*ggas don't feel the same
So therefore we cannot relate
Got ice on my neck, got ice on my wrist and
I got ice in my vein
I gotta get to the paper, taking orders like a waiter
Left the block I'm a traitor, imma young n*gga going major
(Pre-Chorus)
I get the guap and I split it
I get the car and I whip it
I get the ball and I kick it
These n*ggas, they ain't really wid it
I'm balling hard like a Piston
These n*ggas they hate from a distance
I whip it up in the kitchen
I'am the man in position
(Chorus)
I'am the man in Position
I do not see competition
Get money, the hustle ambition
Stack it up, thats the tradition
(Burbetrator P.S.A)
Yeahx4 you f*cking already know what it is bro
Me and hgrillz we innis b*tch, we in a Position to Win, your b*tch in a position to sin
Ahh yeah f*ck12x4
If you a b*tch you 12 yeah x3
If you a snitch you 12 yeah x3
12 divided by 2, i'll put you six feet under
Your dead b*tchhh