#Mobblanta

(Thank you, Adley)

Woah, woah, woah, woah

Yeah, I'm a young rich nigga from Atlanta

Yeah, I'm a young rich

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young fly nigga from out the west, where I'm from streets ain't sweet

Yeah, you gang, tried to wake you up, but it seem like you just wanna stay sleep

God is great, no more worryin' 'bout money, I jump out the AMG

Like a movie, no AMC

All my brothers, they empty clips with me

Skinny nigga, pull out my bankroll and might add a buck-fifty

Create a new swag, she like how I look, you see how my debit near linty

I'm hustlin' hard, the money come fast, go solitaires on the pendant

Ain't no more Tony, this Keyzy

I done grew up, don't forget it

Got a swag addiction, I admit it

I been playin' with millions, I admit it

I ain't got no feelings, I admit it

I don't want no dealings, I admit it

I admit it, I got love for the bros on the block

I ain't goin' back to the trenches

I remember when she split inside the lemon

I can't lie, everything went south

Run up the money, and then came the fame

And then came the women, and then came the power

We used to postin' with sticks like owl

Learned how to shoot back, it turn to collateral

Hate on a nigga, never

Spent too much on that Louis sweater

I've been racin' myself, I see niggas tryna get in the way

But they gon' have to catch up

And right now I got my foot on that nigga

Blame it on me, if TKey ever let up

Had me locked down in that cell, I was just thankin' God, I wasn't no scripture

Now it's wagyu tomahawk on every plate just for my pleasure

I'm a real Atlanta nigga, honey hots or lemon pepper, woah

Young fly nigga from out the west, where I'm from streets ain't sweet

Yeah, you gang, tried to wake you up, but it seem like you just wanna stay sleep

God is great, no more worryin' 'bout money, I jump out the AMG

Like a movie, no AMC

All my brothers, they empty clips with me

Skinny nigga, pull out my bankroll and might add a buck-fifty

Create a new swag, she like how I look, you see how my debit near linty

I'm hustlin' hard, the money come fast, go solitaires on the pendant

Ain't no more Tony, this Keyzy

I done grew up, don't forget it