[Chorus]
When I woke up, I had 100 missed calls, text, message
No I can't talk and I don't wanna kick it (naw)
I don't got time for chillin'
You know I grind, not get it (grind)
I was in the valley with Billy (Billy)
I made a dime in 30 minutes
Might pull up at Diamonds
I'm 30 deep with my n***as (gang)
Neck full of diamonds
I got the rock like I'm June (ice, ye)
Give me a tool like I'm Bob The Builder (mhm)
Racks that talk
Every account, every stash getting filled
Have you ever seen a hundred thou-blue hunnid Bill's? (huh?)
They say I'm Hollywood, I'm in the hills
Got Forgiato all on my whip (shit)
Just ain't the same since my brother got killed (fuck)
All the young n***as wan' be like Mal, Lil Quill
Come to Zone 6 where that shit get too real

[Verse]
Racks, bust in my pockets, I got too many bands that ain't fittin' (damn)
Take her back stage, let her suck 10 mins (ahh)
I don't got much time for these bitches (no)
I got this shit on lock like a pick (on lock)
Got my own guap, I ain't ask you for shit (rack)
Yes, I got paid in full like I'm Mitch (ye)
When I get bored then I might send a hit
Rocking Dior, got your bitch on my dick
Drip, and my wrist got a whole brick
Hop in a foreign, do tricks
Look at this shit
We was so broke, I ain't think we would ever get fix
I turn this into a business
Spending this money, I'm dizzy
Switching my cars and all on 'em tinted
Last night, I flew to Philly
[Chorus]
When I woke up, I had 100 missed calls, text, message
No I can't talk and I don't wanna kick it (naw)
I don't got time for chillin'
You know I grind, not get it (grind)
I was in the valley with Billy (Billy)
I made a dime in 30 minutes
Might pull up at Diamonds
I'm 30 deep with my n***as (gang)
Neck full of diamonds
I got the rock like I'm June (ice, ye)
Give me a tool like I'm Bob The Builder (mhm)
Racks that talk
Every account, every stash getting filled
Have you ever seen a hundred thou-blue hunnid Bill's? (huh?)
They say I'm Hollywood, I'm in the hills
Got Forgiato all on my whip (shit)
Just ain't the same since my brother got killed (fuck)
All the young n***as wan' be like Mal, Lil Quill
Come to Zone 6 where that shit get too real

[Verse 2]
Real deal Holy field (yeah)
Bitch, I got drip like a oil spill
Just think about if lil' Plug was here (Plug)
I know he’ll put them racks up to his ear
Come from that script, I had to run up my chips
TayTay show me loose lips ain’t shit (damn)
I bet that hoe leave when your bankroll skimp (fact)
All these hoes working their lips
Shoot at yo' crib, FN give you a kiss
We don't attempt, we don’t miss
Left 'em stankin' just like fish
N***as so broke, they don’t even exist
I ball for real, never been on the bench
I hit and I pass her so quick (so quick)
Not with the talkin' and shit
Definitely ain’t having no time to be texting
[Chorus]
When I woke up, I had 100 missed calls, text, message
No I can't talk and I don't wanna kick it (naw)
I don't got time for chillin'
You know I grind, not get it (grind)
I was in the valley with Billy (Billy)
I made a dime in 30 minutes
Might pull up at Diamonds
I'm 30 deep with my n***as (gang)
Neck full of diamonds
I got the rock like I'm June (ice, ye)
Give me a tool like I'm Bob The Builder (mhm)
Racks that talk
Every account, every stash getting filled
Have you ever seen a hundred thou-blue hunnid Bill's? (huh?)
They say I'm Hollywood, I'm in the hills
Got Forgiato all on my whip (shit)
Just ain't the same since my brother got killed (fuck)
All the young n***as wan' be like Mal, Lil Quill
Come to Zone 6 where that shit get to real