[Intro]
(Buckroll on the beat)

[Chorus]
They asking what I do
Turn this onion into two
All I know is money moves
When I'm running through the food
Tell a bitch to send a n***
Cause I’m pebbing down a 2s
Now she thinks I'm being rude
But I ain't even in the mood
I’m always on my grind
So it's only right I shine
N***as saying it's my time
I'm just running through the nine
Doing numbers in my Nikes
Gave my n***a Lin a nine
Tryna stop a n***as grind
Cuzzy told me to just rhyme

[Verse 1]
I'm focused on my rap
Made a killing in the trap
All I know is kitty cats
In the kitchen bring it back
And I got dinners in my pot
Can't be in n out my spot
I'm tryna get the grub to lock
Put some magic in the pot
And I just whip it til it's rock
Cali looking like it’s snot
And I’m probably on your block
For this paper not the drop
Sixteen rackers on the watch
On the chain another 10
I ain't into making friends you know I’m comfy on the ends
Prolly pulled up in a Benz
I'm just tryna make amends
Told the kitty's I got peng
Now I'm up and down the steps
Tee hit me off his tech
Said he’s home in couple secs
In the gym I'm doing reps
Even though I got the spin
And it's filled up to the brim
Making money from a sim
I got Bobby like I'm Jim
Free my n***as off the wing
Blowing money like the wind
Prolly testing out my ting
And I miss my n***a bing
You know I got my n***a dread
[Chorus]
They asking what I do
Turn this onion into two
All I know is money moves
When I'm running through the food
Tell a bitch to send a n***
Cause I'm pebbing down a 2s
Now she thinks I'm being rude
But I ain't even in the mood
I'm always on my grind
So it's only right I shine
N***as saying it's my time
I'm just running through the nine
Doing numbers in my Nikes
Gave my n***a Lin a nine
Tryna stop a n***as grind
Cuzzy told me to just rhyme

[Verse 2]
Back then we split a zed
Then we come up with these pebs
In a rental running reds
Give a fuck about a fed
More time I'm in the whip
Tryna order quarter brick
In my trackie like a kit
And I can't ever go legit
500 every step
I ain't taking any check
No comment to the met
At the table with some bosses
I don't even mention losses
New machine and I just copped it
Treat the trap house like a office
N***as browsing me I'm shopping
N***as telling me I'm popping
I can't end up in a coffin
N***as on me I just off him
Let my n***a bundo cop it
Used to go half on the profit
Love the come up now we boss it
Hating n***as call it flossing
Same time we ain't stopping
Big pendants for the losses
Smith Wesson in my pocket
Bad vibes and I'll just cock it
I ain't even into gossip
It's bi-carb when I wash it
Seen my n***a turn a slime
For this money and the shine
Had my n***a doing time
[Chorus]
They asking what I do
Turn this onion into two
All I know is money moves
When I'm running through the food
Tell a bitch to send a n***
Cause I'm pebbing down a 2s
Now she thinks I'm being rude
But I ain't even in the mood
I'm always on my grind
So it's only right I shine
N***as saying it's my time
I'm just running through the nine
Doing numbers in my Nikes
Gave my n***a Lin a nine
Tryna stop a n***as grind
Cuzzy told me to just rhyme