Get money pop pills Fuck hoes
How I'm out here living
I swear only God knows
All my niggas stay solid
Can't bend can't fold
Obini that's my broda
We cut from the same cloth
Made it out the mud
Now we rocking loui coats
My wrist cold got me
Feeling like I'm subzero
We on 6 figures now
Came a long way from zero
Turn nothing into something
Now they trynna peep what we on
Give me my flowers now don't wait till I'm gone
Love how I'm feeling now
But I hate it that I'm on drugs
Trynna stack more money
Ain't no such thing as enough
Trap, sweat and tears
Stay solid goes with denim tears
We make a session, play that beat, vibing with my bros
Steady on my grind, my nigga, stacking up like Legos
Pull up in that AMG, now we feeling like the pros
Hustle like a savage, now I'm speeding past all the lows
Late night In a studio, so it's silence in the room,
Moving like a soldier when I'm stepping out the coupe
Every time I pull up nigga all you hear is vroom
Always in the sky not like witches with the broom
Nigga Staying down, made some milli off the work
They ain't see me on the low, I was stuck in the hurt
Now they circle like rings, I just treat dem like dirt
Only brothers in the whip, back to back we getting doe
Grinding through the night, now the zeros taking swings
Fake love tryna link, but they weren't in the storm
Now I'm up, staying cold, had to move with the form
Told my niggas we gon get it
Made it out the mud
Blowing smoke on my rolly face
Remember the look on my auntie face
She was like boy you gon be great
Yes we came from humble days
They ain't know me then
Cried to bed with a heavy heart
Now am clearing carts
Designers everyday am rocking that Louis V Can't rely on remember when
I be getting cash just like X
Say we on paper route
I was getting bread me and caper linked
Made me believe I could own the whole bakery
Know these hatter dead broke
Why they busy poking
Think I go broke you know they joking
Why they trynna count me out
Young nigga blessed, got swag got dough
All about the money Ian worried bout these hoes
Circle got smaller you ain't solid can't go
I just wanna get it and split it with ma bros
Yea I walk it how I talk it
And I get it how am living
Hate it or love it this money just gon keep on piling
I choose paper over pleasure I been plotting on a billion
First time I hit a lick, I was oh what a feeling