[Verse 1]
Wake up every day, boy, I'm swagging to the core
I'mma pull up in a whip you never seen before
Pack a few dubs when I'm out riding around
Your b*tch probably with me if she nowhere to be found
Getting paid, getting laid, getting faded away
Bad b*tch walking by, you know I'mma say "Aye"
Take her back to the crib, pop a bunch of Rose
About 2 mollies later, and it's time to play
Next day when I drop her off at her paddy
She say "You look a little like my little girl Maddy"
I threw that hoe right out of my caddy
'Cause on God, I ain't going to be no motherf*cking daddy
I got more money than you'll ever get
Broke n*gga trying to steal some, we finna hit
Man, all of this money be flowing to me
Ain't nobody here matching the swag of the Z
Money on the mind, money in the hand
When I go out, carry 'round a band
Loud on deck, be smoking it up
Pouring way too much codeine in my cup
Foreign cars, foreign hoes
#Redbone, you already know
All these haters trying to say I can't rap
n*gga, I'mma pop one in yo' ass
Keep talking, and I'mma pop one in your head
I got swag, enough said
I hustle to keep my n*ggas high
You got drugs, I'm gon' buy
I trap mo' than Gucci
I swag mo' than Tunechi
I wear so much Louis
Broke n*gga looking sad, ain't that funny?
[Hook]
Girl, you get with me, I pay yo' bills
You could call my house a motherf*cking paper mill
Yung Zee swagged out, man, I'm hella trill
Packing loud, drank, and every kind of f*cking pill
My pockets need a diet, diet, diet (x3)
Me and all my n*ggas, man, we finna start a riot
[Verse 2]
So iced out, looking like the North Pole
Going to the club, b*tches be on the pole
To hit 4 commas is my goal
I'm a hot n*gga, f*ck you, you cold
Life be different out there on the streets
Never f*cking know who the hell you gon' meet
Might see yo girl, now ain't that sweet?
I see yo ass, man, you finna get beat
If I catch a n*gga talk sh*t on the telephone
Send a n*gga out, tell him, "Put one in his dome."
All my n*ggas know how I like my girl, redbone
Pull up to the mansion, boy, now I'm home
No sympathy for dead fake n*ggas
Hell, I might have been the one who pulled that trigga
White ass crackers, man, f*ck them wiggas
I make them pussies hop like Tigga
Some of these n*ggas trying to hate on me
I don't give a f*ck, man, can't you see?
While they be janking, in a mansion I be
When they click play, I get mo' money
Riding 'round 'lanta with me and my boys
Rolling with the Techs, man, ain't no toys
Hoes everywhere, that's what I enjoy
Wack rappers make me annoyed
My Sprite dirty, man, that sh*t need a bath
Got a n*gga count my money, I can't do math
All white rappers be fake ass white trash
Pull up on them, drive by, back out in a flash
All this money and fame make life fun
Shouts out to all the real n*ggas ain't got none
Man, I'm 2 fye, hotter then the damn sun
Hoes be clapping for me, ain't no pun
[Hook]