[Intro: CEO Trayle]
(Flexin')
Ayy, C4 (SK808, n***a)
(Ooh, DJ Swerve)

[Verse: CEO Trayle & Kai Ca$h]
Ayy, C4C4 gravedigger
Pop a Perky painkiller
Ask the bitch if age differ
Servin' all the J's, n***a
Carti' in my chain pendant
Thinkin' 'bout makin' my chain bigger
N***as can't find this wave without no GPS, no way
C4C4, CYN, that's TNT, okay?
A bunch of shooters with me like Golden State, uh, uh
If Kai ain't got no plate, I won't eat 'til he ate
A high-speed in a straight, wake up every morning tryna get this cake
I turned twenty-three (Damn)
Shit is stressin'
Payin' them bills, gotta boost my ethic
I can't chill, that won't cut it
N***as buggin' tryna come for me
I done had some of the baddest bitches tryna come for me
Big old MAC-11 if n***as try to come for me
Fuck with me
Big old pipe, she seen it, now she tryna run from me
Luxury
I'm somewhere respected, I move comfortably
But if I do find trouble
40 Glock bust your bubble
I asked that bitch how much and fucked, then paid her for her trouble
Pockets on me, thigh pads lookin' like C4 worked a double
We can catch the body, but he's not worth the trouble
He would give away all our plays whenever we called the huddle
Million up in them tunnels, makin' sure shit don't crumble
I can't let no n***a invade my space if he ain't my brother
I want commas and O's and O's and O's, the shit gon' stutter
Money gon' get here fast, I'm close to mine, we look like lovers
Now I gotta get in my bag, upgrade, now I gotta switch my class
Zero, zero, zero, comma, zero, zero, zero, comma
Zero, zero, zero, comma, ayy
Back door for sure, uh, trap at the store
Got Off-White 'round her throat with a Louis Vuitton tote
Me and my dawgs gon' eat, we feast at Buddakan, woah
Ride in my Jeep Sahara, ain't no Rubicon, no (Yeah)
I can't pedal backwards, give me my credit like extra classes
N***as hold they nuts, but they gon' see me after