You could get a hundred for a hundred, still fumble
I can get fifty for a G and still double
Tried to help my mans, nigga tried to steal from me
That shit happened years ago and it's still fuck him
Yeah
You know
You could get a hundred for a hundred, still fumble
I can get fifty for a G and still double
Tried to help my mans, nigga tried to steal from me
That shit, it happened years ago and it's still fuck him
Got away from fake shit and got some real money
Back to that independent-fuck-a-record-deal money
I stayed away from Carti's, narcs'll flip you over Buffy's
I was ridin' 'round with dog food like I'm raisin' puppies
My pet peeve is gettin' fronted and they wanna rush me
Got on my own time when I put up my own money
Chinchilla on, I told the tuff bouncer don't touch me
Then opened up my arms to a fan that wanna hug me
Born in Detroit, spend my birthdays out the country
Rose gold presi', matchin' with the sunset
My daughter in Chanel, chunks around my son neck
In kindergarten, I was scoopin' up my son in a 'Vette (Yeah)
Yeah, since second grade, up in a Benz
He seen mo work then rappers did bustin' in the den (Ayy, get him outta here)
Damn, just young tryna win
Ain't tryna glorify, shit, it is what it is
Yeah, it is what it is, yeah, it is what it is
Get money (Come on)
The stacks is stacked up, I slacked, got back up (Yeah)
The duffle is packed up, you niggas is shacked up
With these hoes, sleepin' on couches
If broke shit happenin', I ain't nowhere around it (Nah)
You broke 'cause you allowed it, it ain't nobody fault
I'm a self-made nigga, ain't nobody my boss
When you see a nigga wife, her whole body be frost
Who the fuck is you? Boy, I'm Giovanni, get lost (Come on)
I'm a rich nigga, 6 whipper, kit switcher
Crib bigger, circle smaller for the big picture
He the type to lie and steal and ain't shit, nigga (Ain't shit, nigga)
My shit platinum, he'll steal, it's a big difference (Big difference)
He use to bring back work with a zip missin'
How ironic now he broke with a whip missin' (Ha)
Now he got a sad story like some kinda victim
His bitch bitchin', her friends like, "You know how to pick 'em"
You could get a hundred for a hundred, still fumble
I can get fifty for a G and still double
Tried to help my mans, nigga tried to steal from me
That shit, it happened years ago and it's still fuck him
Got away from fake shit and got some real money (Yeah)
Back to that independent-fuck-a-record-deal money (Get money)
I stayed away from Carti's, narcs'll flip you over Buffy's
I was ridin' 'round with dog food like I'm raisin' puppies
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