[Verse One]
Trash the swag, the only thing I ask is to put the motherfuckin' money in the bag
Said you depressed? You on some kind of fuckin' amphetamine, methamphetamine
Further on and ever more I adore all of you haters, you ain't making the craters
Said I'm a disaster, I'm becoming a master, you say that I'm myself but I'm sorry to say that I'm not Marshall
I don't sit around crying at the bar stool, I don't sit around taking shots at rappers
Matter of fact, I respect them ain't no reason to trash Em
I can be relentless but only when you're underneath my surface
I got inspired but the Ratt Pack all the way from the front and to back, ain't no way I ever turn back

[Verse Two]
Ain't now way you ever gonna have a lot of money, gotta play it smart in order to have a lot of money
Always tryna make some easy money but you only ever stuck with that pocket change, you act deranged, you are so strange, looking at me now through the gun range
I'm out here, tryna make a lotta dough, ain't no way you ever gonna fucking know, got you throwing extra change in a wishing well (aye, aye)
Got you picking up extra change in the muddy snow, I'm always out here killin' tracks like a motherfuckin' pro
Bet you never thought I was ever gonna match this flow, I been working hard on my shit on the down low
Come into the game and you know that I'ma kill it, cause I started years ago going by a different name
Now I'm killin' tracks like a pro, y'all still don't know my flow, one day I'ma make it up and realize that I'm gonna blow
(aye, yuh, aye, aye, aye)