[Intro: OmarCameUp]
Yuh (Woo!), yuh (Yuh!), yuh (Woo!)
Okay, let's go!
Yeah (Woo, yeah!) Yeah! (Woo! Yeah!) Yeah! (Let’s go!)
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, (Okay, let's go! Is this what you wanted?)
Aye, aye, yuh (Sheesh!)
Yuh, word (Yeah!), word (Yeah!), word (Okay, let's go!)

[Chorus: OmarCameUp]
Yuh
I’m on a muhfucking roll
I came to win, I'm a muhfucking pro
Got a whole lotta racks, got a whole lotta hoes (Aye, aye)
You drop the tape, I ain't muhfucking know
On my Pillsbury shit, man, I'm stacking the dough
I'm on my way to the top
City on lock
There's no way it's supposed to be, uh
I see you envy
Hate from a distance, but cannot come close to me, uh
You n***as on empty
Might take over and waste it all on the street, uh
Gucci and Fendi
Whip to the function and my shit is on repeat, uh
My shit is on repeat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: OmarCameUp]
Uh
Don't know why you n***as hating
I bet you feel silly, though
Raf orange jacket with Nike to match
You gon’ know who it is when I ride through the city, though
Been at my lowest
Now I’m rising up
Don't worry about me, n***a
I don’t want your pity, though
Lil' homie wanted a beat
But he wanted for free
I looked at him and I was like: "Really, though?"
Really? Are you serious? (Wow)
If you're not talking about money to me, then I ain't hearing it
My wrist is on froze
It’s on Siberia
Drip from my head to my toes
I can tell that you furious
I'm moving fast with it
150 on the dash with it
I'm driving straight to the cash with it
Beat tape[?] get stuck in the past
But I'm moving past
I put them on blast with it
Yeah, yeah, sure
We use the same bank, but our cash different
What is you wearing?
Raf Simmons
Taxing 'em[?]
My bag, flipping
Let's go!
[Chorus: OmarCameUp]
I thought that I told you
I'm on a muhfucking roll
I came to win, I'm a muhfucking pro
Got a whole lotta racks, got a whole lotta hoes (Aye, aye)
You drop the tape, I ain't muhfucking know
On my Pillsbury shit, man, I'm stacking the dough
I'm on my way to the top
City on lock
There's no way it's supposed to be, uh
I see you envy
Hate from a distance, but cannot come close to me, uh
You n***as on empty
Might take over and waste it all on the street, uh
Gucci and Fendi
Whip to the function and my shit is on repeat, uh
My shit is on repeat
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: qulan.]
(Dices shaking)
I'm on a roll like a good round of dice, bitch
One day I'm gon' have the game in a vice grip
Trying to flea for a week to Belize, that's a light trip
Ooh, yuh, yuh, aye
Beamer the pigment of rice, that's a white whip
No, I'm not talking that 2012 vine shit
Sure you signed, but it seems you ain't read the fine print
They sent your little advance then discarded you
Ain't getting plays, seems the people ain't fond of you
Had a few obstacles get in my way until we switched up the route
That's a quick little audible
Going against the gang sounds illogical
Fuck all that Twitter shit, I'm tryna spar with you
Associate with lames, that's what I won't do
Told her "Eat my shorts" like my first name Bartholomew
Shoutout to those n***as praying that I don't succeed
They lazy and hating 'cause we in the lead
In a whole different lane, we pushing different speeds
They try cutting you off in this world of greed
It's up to you not to let them
Speaking down on me, like Ash, I'll catch 'em
Put that shit on, Reed Richards, I'll stretch 'em
Head down, stacking my bread, you bet'cha
Escalators, escalators, escalators
[Chorus: OmarCameUp]
I'm on a muhfucking roll
I came to win, I'm a muhfucking pro
Got a whole lotta racks, got a whole lotta hoes (Aye, aye)
You drop the tape, I ain't muhfucking know
On my Pillsbury shit, man, I'm stacking the dough
I'm on my way to the top
City on lock
There's no way it's supposed to be, uh
I see you envy
Hate from a distance, but cannot come close to me, uh
You n***as on empty
Might take over and waste it all on the street, uh
Gucci and Fendi
Whip to the function and my shit is on repeat, uh
My shit is on repeat
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: ItsChris]
Galera, oo
God, fuck you!
Redemption
Live and let die