[Intro: Young Chi]
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Let go
[Verse: Young Chi]
See the world ain't ready for me
I live inside my thoughts
That money talkin' steady that bullsh*t walks
3,2,1 time for that blast off
Been broke for too long been time to take that cast off
Like a castoff shoot the first linebacker
It's all green up in my bank and I ain't [?] them packers
Ya'll n*ggas nothing but a bunch off slackers
[?] monsters I can be your master
I'ma disaster, believe me, sh*t can get critical
Money, moolah, all up in my head I'm going digital
And for them pussies who don't like it here the listen to
Back side [?] jacket, oh yeah, there ya go
[?] makes money fastin' bustin' roll one slow
One girl is in the bottle, I don't need a couple hoes
See I'm fly, just catch me where the wind blow
Is Young Chi baby, in case you didn't know
I'm dreaded up and tatted down, I don't wanna rock the 'fro
Young Chi, motherf*cker from Chicago
I said my name a lot because I like it, b*tch
I just killed the game, now hit this switch
Haha, I do sh*t, it's yeah, yeah, I do sh*t, I do sh*t
And ya'll just losing, ain't no confusion
This Young Chi, my sh*t is the sh*t, haha
I just do sh*t, I just do sh*t, I keepin' movin'
Yeah, ay, you know what, f*ck this dude, hahaha