[Intro]
Sharke on the beat

[Chorus]
Spend a thousand dollars on the Christian Dior
Bitch, I got this shit out the mud, I had to sleep on the floor
Never call 9-11, but we pull up in Porches
N***as told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants
I'ma get rich or die tryin'
Tell her "Suck it" and that ho do what I say like I'm Simon
I done made a fortune off of rhymin'
Labels offer me a mil' with a brick, should I sign it?

[Verse]
N***as act like they know me, I'm a meal ticket (Meal ticket)
Pillow talkin' to bitches, I'ma still hit it (Still hit it)
Addicted to trappin', that why we still in it (Still in it)
Re-up with the backend, my n***as still with it (Still with it)
N***as know I'm a problem, gotta deal with it (Deal with it)
The bottom with Sharke, I gave 'em a deal with it (Deal with it)
No navy, I wrap the pack and I'm sealin' it
12 pull me over, I tuck the gun, I'm conceilin' it
I don't want no neighbors, they might fuck around and tell
Like why the fuck he get so many shipments in the mail?
I left it outside, now they complainin' 'bout the smell
"Why you trappin' and you rappin'?," n***a, ask my clientele
My family dependin' on me, gotta stay out of jail
If they catch me with it again, they not givin' me bail
Tryna put me behind bars, I'm just tryna make a sale
If she down for the 'cause, I put my bitch in Chanel
My brother stuffin' all his problems in a Russian cream
While I promise a bitch the world, I just sold her another dream
Money taller than Cauley-Stein, in my city, bitch, I'm a king
In the huddle, yo' hand out, you was never part of the team, team
Headshot for all my enemies
Know you never thought you'd see a n***a shine like this before
Big snakes on my denim jeans
I just spend a thousand dollars on some new Christian Diors

[Chorus]
Spend a thousand dollars on the Christian Dior
Bitch, I got this shit out the mud, I had to sleep on the floor
Never call 9-11, but we pull up in Porches
N***as told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants
I'ma get rich or die tryin'
Tell her "Suck it" and that ho do what I say like I'm Simon
I done made a fortune off of rhymin'
Labels offer me a mil' with a brick, should I sign it?
Spend a thousand dollars on the Christian Dior
Bitch, I got this shit out the mud, I had to sleep on the floor
Never call 9-11, but we pull up in Porches
N***as told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants
I'ma get rich or die tryin'
Tell her "Suck it" and that ho do what I say like I'm Simon
I done made a fortune off of rhymin'
Labels offer me a mil' with a brick, should I sign it?