[Chorus]
I turned it up to perfection
I got tired of being broke, I guess I learned my lesson
I got tired of being with them, I guess they got the message
These n***as know they can't be him, I'm the best I'm nothing less
Keep a FN for my- keep a FN for my weapon
I'm gettin' too much money, I'm getting too paid bitch I'm stressin'
And I love this, and I love this way too much, I ain't did my taxes
I be clutchin' on my- i be clutchin' on my ratchet

[Verse 1]
Worldwide, worldwide shawty
Worldwide, worldwide boss
Sippin' on red and Wokhardt, all day make mе nod off
I've been counting up all damn day about to nod off
Riding shotgun with- riding shotgun with a sawed off
Too many peoplе I don't even know been filling up my call log
Stay 10 toes, I'm by myself no I ain't crying ya
And I probably seen her huh, but I won't even talk at all
Your bitch I seen her, but she not my type at all
And I keep on winning baby huh, all I do is ball
And I keep on spending baby huh, cuz all I do is buy
I got ice on me all winter, summertime and fall
I'm the top floor boss, I’m the look killa'
Bitch I don't shop at the mall
In my hood we got it on, and we ain't never take it off
Me and my bros we keep it on us, n***a wanna try we knock him off
We sell out shows to these n***as, they don't sell no tickets at all
And I can't go outside cause everybody knows who we are
I told my momma, I'm a star went and bought her a car
Moshpit astronaut, I'm outta' space whenever I'm not on mars
They keep asking me about a tape but I ain't ready to drop it
They keep asking me about this fashion all my shit poppin'
If looks could kill, could kill then they all dead
I might do all black, but my shooter he do all red
Trackhawks all in black, and the guts painted black red
Bro can't copy stats, to finesse with my blessing
I can't bool, I can't bool yea that's what my black said
I drive a stack, I put that on your head for that blesses
I'm done, I'm tired I've been countin' up all this money
[Bridge]
At night, outside bitch I've throwin' up all these ones
These are raver ties baby, we goin, twin comin
I got a brick I told em' to wrap it up just like a mummy
Don't gotta' stunt, double, I've been doin all my stunts

[Pre-Chorus]
I've been doin all my stunts
I've been doin all my- doin all my all my stunts
I've been- I've been doin all my stunts
I've been doin all my- doin all my stunts
Stunts
Shawty I'm stunnin'
Stunts
Shawty I'm stunnin'
Bitch I'm stunnin'
Stunnin'
Shawty I'm stunnin'
Stunnin'
Stunnin'

[Chorus]
I turned it up to perfection
I got tired of being broke, I guess I learned my lesson
I got tired of being with them, I guess they got the message
These n***as know they can't be him, I'm the best I'm nothing less
Keep a FN for my- keep a FN for my weapon
I'm gettin' too much money, I'm getting too paid bitch I'm stressin'
And I love this, and I love this way too much, I ain't did my taxes
I be clutchin' on my- i be clutchin' on my ratchet