Look Ma I Did It

I'm just sellin' dope like it's legal

Might just go get a white beamer

Havin' more spots than a cheetah

Drop a deuce, that's that Regeta

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin

I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen

They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (skrrt)

These niggas had counted me out

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (yeah)

I don't know what that's 'bout (nah)

I keep them bands in a drought

They comin' in, comin' out (huh?)

I'm so rich, can't call me trick if I pay up

I used to trap out a room in Decatur (skrrt)

All in Las Vegas, wave "Hi" to the haters (hi)

My outfits is tailored, big tippin' the waiter (wow)

I'm comin' trim, like it come with the Trina

Out on the yacht with no shoes, rockin' Lennon (yeah)

Industry niggas be actin' like bitches

Too feminine, I'd rather collab with women

When I got on, I put folks in position

I had a vision, started in the kitchen

My hustle relentless, the purest intentions

Woke up in Simi Valley with no picket fences (damn)

I can not stop 'til I run up a billion

I'm tryna stack these M's up to the ceilin' (damn)

I'm at the top, but I come from the trenches

Big Mama look down, be like, "Gucci, you did it" (mama)

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin

I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen

They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (Skrrt)

These niggas had counted me out

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout

I don't know what that's 'bout (nah)

I keep them bands in a drought

They comin' in, comin' out (bands)

My last bitch showed me that these hoes wasn't nothin

So I'ma just marry the money

Me and Ben Franklin got something in common

I might propose with a bag full of hundreds

Say he got P's, well, I need me a dozen

I might just go put 'em all in the oven

Watch how them racks come back, lookin' so lovely

Money the only topic in discussions

You know all my bitches exquisite

I'm tryna go get it

Might just take your bitch to Spondivits

My pockets be looking like spinach

All of my cars, they be tinted

So you cannot see who in it

They tryna fuck up my image

Bitch, I'm Pablo in the city

I might just come with a fifty

I cannot stop 'til I push up in Bentleys, Bentleys, Bentleys

I heard you broke, yeah, you trippin

I made twenty thousand just sittin' in the kitchen (yeah)

They said I couldn't do it, but look, ma, I did it (mama)

My reefer be louder than three-fifty engines (skrrt)

These niggas had counted me out (nah)

Now they mention my name when they tryna gain clout (ha)

I don't know what that's 'bout

I keep them bands in a drought (bands)

They comin' in, comin' out (yeah)