[Intro: Veeze & LUCKI]
We was raised to be— we was raised to believe one was the first number (M.O.B. Waddup)
But million is the first number (Man)
That's where I'ma start counting from (Man)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
You earn your money, I burn mine
My Backwood smell like burnt opps
You better come ready, we bangin' it out
Just told her my name, she sayin' it loud
I cover my pain with syrup lines
So high, my view bird-eye
I told her I'm rich, she heard me now
I never got A's, I'm nerdy now
All these drugs, they make my heart beat fast, I'm damn near carried out
All these sons, I must got baby mamas that I ain't heard about
Got white boys like Robin Thicke, n***a, we servin' blurred lines
N***a, don't call my phone for shit, got no work, I served mine
I can't even hide the blick, bitch too big, my pants tight
Give me the pint, I'm pourin' it dark, shit look just like midnight

[Verse 2: Talibando]
Me and Veeze in a GLS, we gon' drive that bitch like a Track'
I fucked her one time, she keep callin' my phone, come get your ho, she a pistol
Got a Steph Curry on my chest, this a thirty-piece, lil' n***a, that's no Jeff
When the messages end, you get up and grind every day, n***a, ain't no rest
Give 'em faceshots, ain't no vest
Sellin' dog, I ain't mate no pits
I got the money, but don't got the time, this shit don't make no sense
We keep matchin' line after line, we could've paid your rent
Come through tryna tax us like we lame, we gotta take that shit
Go to war anywhere, n***a, take your pick
Bump stock on the chop make the Draco spit
Coach Bando, I really can call the plays, send my lil' n***as to blitz
Fuck all the fame, I really don't care 'bout a name, I really just wanna be rich
[Verse 3: LUCKI]
Me and Sauce in an SVR, we'll treat this bitch like a 'Cat
Me and Sauce just matched a four, we gon' play like it's Act'
I hate a bitch that call my phone whenever I post some racks
Pint of Trish smell like Patrón, but Hi-Tech comin' back
I don't wanna do no raps, I could've sworn you paid to act
Made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black
I don't wanna do no raps, I could've sworn you paid to act
Made her take me back, do her dirty, fade to black
I want some more money, fuck the summer up
They cute, but they can't come with us
In a two-door 'Cat, not a runner-up
I'll trust her far as I can throw her if I'm dumb enough
Still woke, depend on what I'm pourin', then I'm showin' up
It's really simple
I used to be a robber, I could've got it from my mama
At odds with myself, but my ho think she the problem
Demon child under my belt, broke her down, she need God
I be thinkin' 'bout seein' tomorrow, I feel too damn high this time
Chantellé said I'm lyin', but lil' Casey know I'm tryin'
Najee callin' my phone but I'm in the zoo, mixed with lions
Now that I showed her weakness, I can't help it but mistreat her
I just want a slut for now, but lil' Destiny a keeper
I been shoppin' in my Chrome glasses tryna fuck a teacher
A few thousand people sold out, next year, an arena
Me and Sauce in an SVR, we'll treat this bitch like a 'Cat
Me and Sauce just matched a four, we gon' play like it's Act'