[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(And I made some new money but I thought of you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (We got comfortable)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Impossible)
I put this shit on, yeah, I'm proud of you
(I'm in this bitch with Clayco)

[Chorus]
Ain't no stopping me, impossible
All these n***as copy drip and follow suit
Funny bitches talkin' shit, it's inaudible
Fuck a redhead bitch and call her Kim Possible
N***a, hell yeah, this Margiela shit so comfortable
Heard the "Yeah, yeah, yeah," now she getting comfortable
And we smoking palm trees, damn, this shit so tropical
Baby, come with me on this mission like Poptropica
And yes, I'm Lonely, baby, dodgin' these obstacles
I wonder why my heart so cold and meltin' like popsicles
All these people cappin' sayin' they proud of you
I just put this shit on and tell myself, "I'm proud of you"
All these bitches flocking, guess that's what Prada do
And when you're touchin' money, gotta keep Glocks on you
I'm touching money like a wishing well, baby
And I made some new money but I thought of you
[Verse]
Yeah, I saw some blue hundreds and I thought of you
And I made some new money, spent it all on you
I don't think I can keep running, need some new shoes
See, I just need some new money, not no bad news
When you walk in the house, all you smell is gas, n***a
And we smoking strong, you know what we passing
I'm speaking right now, not the past tense
And I have it right now, not the past tense
I'm so high, I can't speak complete sentences
I'm having big bankrolls and I'll spend it
I'm never tripping 'cause I know that I'll make it back
Have I been gone for too long? Did I make it back? (Oh yeah)
And we smoking pounds of the gas
If you play with this shit, get them snakes on your ass
It get real in the field and you don't get it back
I'm a young rich n***a still gettin' sad
Yeah, I bet I still get a bag
Gonna take this bitch and put some Rick Owens on her ass
And I just got the key going not so fast
And my n***as Deebo-in' red rags
But some n***as go deep in 'bout the racks
And I'm in this bitch going full speed
Gotta keep control so I don't crash
I can't lose my soul for some fuckin' cash
[Chorus]
Ain't no stopping me, impossible
All these n***as copy drip and follow suit
Funny bitches talkin' shit, it's inaudible
Fuck a redhead bitch and call her Kim Possible
N***a, hell yeah, this Margiela shit so comfortable
Heard the "Yeah, yeah, yeah," now she getting comfortable
And we smoking palm trees, damn, this shit so tropical
Baby, come with me on this mission like Poptropica
And yes, I'm Lonely, baby, dodgin' these obstacles
I wonder why my heart so cold and meltin' like popsicles
All these people cappin' sayin' they proud of you
I just put this shit on and tell myself, "I'm proud of you"
All these bitches flocking, guess that's what Prada do
And when you're touchin' money, gotta keep Glocks on you
I'm touching money like a wishing well, baby
And I made some new money but I thought of you

[Outro]
When I seen them blue hundreds, yeah, I thought of you
Yeah, yeah, yeah