Yves Tumor
Driveway
Everybody cock blocking all my projects
Fans angry, but they do not get the process
I'm in the streets flipping money like hotcakes
Bitches beefing cause the game got high stakes
I miss the old Gucci, happy for his progress though
We been dropping fire music since Myspace
I got eyes in the back of my head, so when they talk behind my back You still say that shit to my face

[I can see the cops from my driveway
I can see the problems from a mile away
Visualize the money in my bank account
I'ma have it there on Friday
I can see the cops from my driveway
I can see the problems from a mile away
Visualize the money in my bank account
I'ma have it there on Friday]

Everybody wanna know the secret sauce
I got that shit that my whole family eating off
No, I don't even take the weekend off
I got that class all you other bitches cheating off
Get in my head, I say you can when I'm dead
Cause I ain't come all this way to go run off like I'm scared
Boy you act like the feds, the way you stay in my messages
Asking me questions, try'na find out my methods
[I can see the cops from my driveway
I can see the problems from a mile away
Visualize the money in my bank account
I'ma have it there on Friday
I can see the cops from my driveway
I can see the problems from a mile away
Visualize the money in my bank account
I'ma have it there on Friday]

Ask me for drugs and some guns boy you trippin'
Then you ask me for tickets or money, ain't listen
You weren't there for me back in the day, now you switchin'
Now I treat you how you treat me, it's no different

[I can see the cops from my driveway
I can see the problems from a mile away
Visualize the money in my bank account
I'ma have it there on Friday
I can see the cops from my driveway
I can see the problems from a mile away
Visualize the money in my bank account
I'ma have it there on Friday]