[Intro: Gunna]
Ah-ah-ah, hey
Run that back, Turbo

[Chorus: Gunna]
You n***as bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated (GLTTT)
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune (It’s Ty Balla, Balla Brothers)
I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (The Movement) !!

[Verse 1: Ty Balla]

My Bitch Bad Like Chinese Kitty

Off The Block Like She Jenny

What’s Up In My Cup , Probably Henny

I Had To Learn The Hardway , Like I’m Penny

Put On My City

Yeah They Know I’m Gritty

What Matter To You

Don’t Matter To Me

No Buck 50

But

Always Something Up My Sleeve

2000 , Ima Get It Tatted On Me

My Ballas Wild’n

No Vuitton , Like It’s Louie

OOUU YEAH

I Remember Days Up In The X

(Yeah)
OOUU YEAH

& After Christmas

It Was The Best (YEAHHHH)

Like New Years

Gotta Make It Flip Yeah

Gotta Make It Stretch

(Yeah)
OOUU YEAH

Headcrack , 4 5 6 , We Taking Bets

(Yeah)

Fuck The Mind Games

Fuck The Politics

Balla Movement Drip

Fuck The Prada Shit

My Cousins A Legend

From Queens Too

So Don’t Make Me Hit You

With These Hollowtips

They Know I’m The Greatest
(Greatest)

You Can Hear It In My Cadence
(Cadence)

They Only Hate Chu When You Made It
(Made It)

The Real Faker Than The Haters
(Haters)

[Chorus: Gunna]
You n***as bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]

Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek
Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me
My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion
I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (Skrrt)
These camouflage denim like I just went campin'
They still can't believe that I made it, they happy
I been gettin' money before I was rappin'
I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors
No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges
My young n***a's solid, I know that he got me
He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign
Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin'
How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan
Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important
And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor
Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor
I just started rappin', I made me some millions
Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city
These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business
Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city
I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys
This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee)
I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Gunna]
You n***as bogus, I see the imposers
I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (Uh)