[Intro]
I don't really fuck with these n***as
I can't see the love from these n***as
I don't really fuck with these n***as
I don't really fuck with these n***as
I don't really fuck with these n***as
I don't
I don't really fuck with these n***as

[Verse 1]
Turn the stove down, n***a, you might overcook it
They used to overlook me, now they overbook me
Every time I do a show, I got soldiers with me
Two hundred racks in all dubs with a roll of twenties
If I say you got my word, n***a, hold it to me
I ain't gotta say a word, cuz rollin' with me
One twenty-five on the chop, thе Glock hold a fifty
Put twenty-five on the opp, hе better pray we miss him
He ain't see it comin'
He try to talk pape' with me and he ain't seen a hundred
They see me damn near at the top, they should've seen me comin'
Shit, I was probably catchin' a seal if you seen me runnin'
Shit, I was probably catchin' a mil' if you seen me rushin'
Make a twenty before twelve eatin' Egg McMuffins
We call it tryna feed our family, they callin' it hustlin'
N***as fall for anything, I ain't fallin' for nothin'
Askin' for prices, but ain't coppin', you callin' for nothin'
[Chorus]
I see it in these n***as' face, they mad it's my turn
Come to runnin' to that pape', I bet I outrun you
Bro just grabbed a new Patek, that's a light hundred
And we got choppers for the static, 'cause we not runnin'
Can't put the bag on these n***as 'cause they might fumble
Don't put him in that situation, 'cause he might crumble
I think these n***as think I'm pussy, ain't no more humble
I think these n***as think I'm rookie, up a couple hundred, easy money

[Verse 2]
Fuck a discussion, bitch, I'm bustin', I ain't tryna talk
Put mink floors in that foreign, I ain't tryna walk
Log a n***a out his life like he signin' off
Them big L's make a n***a gotta grind it off
We came from nothin', so a little bit is fine with us
Get ten 'bows and a Draco, you sign with us
Shit, I was layin' in the mud and started climbin' up
And they was runnin' with the torch, now they time is up
Easy money

[Chorus]
I see it in these n***as' face, they mad it's my turn
Come to runnin' to that pape', I bet I outrun you
Bro just grabbed a new Patek, that's a light hundred
And we got choppers for the static, 'cause we not runnin'
Can't put the bag on these n***as 'cause they might fumble
Don't put him in that situation, 'cause he might crumble
I think these n***as think I'm pussy, ain't no more humble
I think these n***as think I'm rookie, up a couple hundred, easy money