[Intro]
(Smokey tryna smoke a n***a)
Yeah, alright, bitch
(This that Greedy Money)
Yeah, alright, look

[Verse]
Thirty times ten, do the math check
I was playin' with some shit before I had sex
Send that location, we pullin' down to your address
Automatic when I shoot the three, I never half-step
Bad bitch, big booty on her, but she got bad breath
Bitch was gon' leave anyway when that bag left
Ooh, I see his diamonds ain't hittin', he need a lab check
Y'all still talkin' 'bout that hundred K, I done passed that
Thirty million streams this year and I ain't press the gas yet
But I remember we was sellin' 'bows out an Aztec
Your bitch got a BBL, go get her ass checked
I think I made six figures on my last check
Okay, I'm lyin', it was only five
I'm lookin' for a drag race like I'm Tony Bynes
N***as can't step in my shoes, this the only size
I just bought a brand-new Glock 40, yeah, the police kind
When them boys listen to your rap, they like, "I know he lyin'"
In the D on Seven Mile, I'm finna order Coney Time
Boy, that Rollie faker than a bitch, you on a phony time
Shots fired and your man left, you on a lonely time
Seventy-five on that K, goin' shot for shot
When we lookin' for an opp, we go block to block
Unc' still smokin' dope, he gon' shop for rocks
Make a n***a shut the fuck up, no Papa Doc
Slide on a different opp in the K5
Hit a bitch with the cold shoulders like I'm Jaiswan
My favorite time to go slide is in the daytime
Finna spend twenty-one thousand on my paint job
I'm talkin' wetter than the ocean, you could surf on it
Poured up some Hi-Tech, then mixed a lil' purp' on it
Threw a switchy on my Glock, I love the jerk on it
Bitch found out I fucked her best friend and had a hurt moment
Inside of the Monte look like basketball skin
Fucked an NBA bitch and had basketball twins
I got a play for ten 'bows at the Mackinac Bridge
Shit, my profit was a dime and I'm stackin' all ten
Bitch, we run the rap game, I'm all-in
You want a n***a gone, 1-800-CALL-BEN
You the type to shoot a party up, expectin' all kids
Sold the white boy a pint of Wock', it's really all thin
Okay, the Patek or the Richard? Shit, I can't decide
Before I go catch a body, I like to strategize
I know a n***a next move 'cause I analyze
Catch him walkin' with his kids, left him terrified
Gave him a pass 'cause I don't like to shoot kids
N***a said he want smoke, hit him with two SIGs
It's reclinin' backseats in my new Benz
Man, you n***as can't rap and the truth is
I'm a G.O.A.T. and y'all really can't fuck with a n***a
I done nutted in her twice, now she stuck with a n***a
Movin' at my own pace, ain't no rushin' a n***a
Rockin' one-of-one shit, yeah, it's custom, my n***a
Pint of Wock', sell it to the streets or should I drop it?
I'm poppin' shit 'cause gettin' your ass beat wasn't an option
J's don't come out 'til next week, but I got 'em
Every gun you got up in your fleet, I done shot 'em
Ball game, n***a, check the score, bitch, we up fifty
I been important now, so it's kind of hard to get in touch with me
Scream still tryna stab that bitch, I done fucked Sidney
Went OT last month and made a buck-twenty
I want a Lambo truck, but that Wraith on my mind
I could drop it any day, I'm just waitin' on the time
I get my shit early as fuck, I ain't waitin' in no line
I'm comin' to your mama crib if you play with one of mine
Loyalty the key, shit, that's all I know
Five-gram Slapwoods, that's all I smoke
If you ain't tryna spend no pape', what you callin' for?
Bitch, my lungs good as fuck, inhale all the smoke
I gave you n***as time to get off, now it's my turn
Four-five hit him in his head, clip his sideburns
I just got to flickin' at the whip, he took an odd turn
Shoot first, then ask questions later is what I learned