[Intro]
(KCG, boy, you killin' 'em)

[Verse 1]
I hate when them blue hundred fresh out the bank
Goin' through some real shit, got me lookin' for drank
My lil' n***a a demon, his mama think he a saint
Getting too hot for a rental, so we gon' hop on a freight
N***a, you was chillin' at the crib, we was all down the way
Knowin' we hot, crossin' state lines on Michigan plates
And, n***a, get that bread, do whatever it take
How would I look comin' home with no food on my plate?
Chain rose gold, they cost sixty, Rollie plain cost fifty
Yeah, I know the streets get tricky, I be with the slime chillin'
Yeah, I'm a rapper, but I'm still in thе slums with a buck-fifty
If I ain't got my gun in the club, you get buck-fifty
Pull up with your trunk in the front, pull off quickly
I'm tirеd of being humble, man, these n***as can't fuck with me
Amiris on, every pocket got a bankroll
Headshot, D.O.A., n***a, case closed

[Chorus]
I was the type to get some money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, n***a, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids, let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy, he was on some shit
I was the type to get some money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, n***a, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids, let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy, he was on some shit
[Verse 2]
Lock up two, three states, fill up two, three safes
Did it in two days, n***as know how we play
Back and forth down the way, touch down, pick up cake
Safe and sound, then we pour up cups, smoke some MIA
You ain't seen my face in a minute, I been MIA
The only place a n***a bump into me is the interstate
I remember times I ain't feed myself, but everybody ate
Frowning deep down, but it's a smile on everybody face
A lot of n***as talk, but they ain't got no credentials
Fucked the club up and paid for the incidentals
The whips ain't tinted, but they ain't no rentals
And them bitches gone before the migo even get to send 'em

[Chorus]
I was the type to get some money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, n***a, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids, let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy, he was on some shit