[Intro]
(Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfucker up)

[Chorus]
N***as hate me, my lifestyle brazy, that's why n***as hate me
And I got a blueprint, bitch, I guess I'm Jay-Z
I'm workin' hard, bitch, no, I'm not lazy
I could tell you something—I've been flexin' all day
It ain't nothin', baby, 'cause I'm havin' my way
And it ain't nothin', shawty, you could have it your way
I ain’t frontin', dawg, I make money move and do what I say

[Verse 1]
I don't do frontin', dawg, I get a bag in every day
I got my Haitian plug, hey, what up dawg? [?]
I ain't sellin' none, I ain't sellin' none of this shit, I'm tryna get too high
Bitch, I think I'm ready to smoke this shit
Matter fact, get that paper, bitch, I’m ready to sell this shit
I need my cash, I need all my cash, I’m ready to count that shit
And most of these n***as fakin', yeah, they fake as fuck, they countеrfeit
I got anger problems, bitch, I’m fly as fuck, I'm throwin' fits
I been еagle dollar, ballin' every time I'm in this bitch
She so nasty when she huh, all she do is keep on spittin'
I'm so nasty with this flexin', check my wrist, it'll make you sick
I'm so nasty with this spinnin', check my car, it'll make you sick
I was 19 and broke, now I'm 21 and rich
Most of these n***as ain't on nothin', hell nah, they ain't shit
They say I sip drank too much, I don't think I sip enough
They say I spend too much, I don't think I spent enough
[Chorus]
N***as hate me, my lifestyle brazy, that's why n***as hate me
And I got a blueprint, bitch, I guess I'm Jay-Z
I'm workin' hard, bitch, no, I'm not lazy
I could tell you something—I've been flexin' all day
It ain't nothin', baby, 'cause I'm havin' my way
And it ain't nothin', shawty, you could have it your way
I ain’t frontin', dawg, I make money move and do what I say

[Verse 2]
I make money move and do what I say
Make her booty move and do what I say
Make that paper move and do what I say
Make that paper move and do what I say
I go blonde hair drip with the swag, Mary Kate
I go blonde hair drip with the swag, Mary Kate
If I'm Jay-Z, then I guess my bitch Beyoncé
I go big Nash status with the paper, yeah, okay
I go overseas, touchdown Paris, France, this shit brazy
Southside baby, but East Atlanta baby
Balenciaga, now I go Celine and Saint Laurent
I'm the look killa, I'm a young n***a, fuck your moms
I’m the top floor boss, I’m on the top floor countin' hundreds
I go Undertaker, hit the top row 'bout my money
I need cheese, bitch, I ain't talkin' nachos, I just need my cheese
And I lost about a hundred G’s just in diamond rings
[Chorus]
N***as hate me, my lifestyle brazy, that's why n***as hate me
And I got a blueprint, bitch, I guess I'm Jay-Z
I'm workin' hard, bitch, no, I'm not lazy
I could tell you something—I've been flexin' all day
It ain't nothin', baby, 'cause I'm havin' my way
And it ain't nothin', shawty, you could have it your way
I ain’t frontin', dawg, I make money move and do what I say