(Hook) 2x
You know I can pull, drop a record then I air it out
Throw me in a jungle full of Lions, I'ma make it out
All about my money, every moment, I'ma make it count
I'm gonna make it out
Swear to God I'll make it out

(Verse 1)
Swear to God I'll make out
It's about the money, I'ma make it count
Everybody trippin' on me, thinking that I changed
But it's strange how they making moves for the clout
I just wanna fill up my bank account
Keep my feet on the ground
Break the pound of that loud
Music Connoisseur, how I lay it out
Never trippin' on occasions
I just woke up feeling like I'm Nas
Still in the basement, but you know I'm shooting for the stars
You stuck on the internet
But Dawg you know that I can show you Mars
Flipping the packs, I think I'm the best
I just gotta show it off

"How much you charge for a show?"
"Dawg are you getting the dough?"
"Want a free art on the low"
"Please do not charge for the flow"
"How did you do this?"
"And how did you get that?"
"My n***a I just wanna know"
"Nas is a bitch, man I hate that n***a"
"I'm prolly gon' diss him on the app"