[Verse 1]
New whip in the parking spot
Off the dealer parking lot
Give my bro a couple racks
We don't even talk a lot
Money conversations
Not much else to talk about
And if it's not a payment
Sorry but I'm opting out

You ain't fuck with me
Now they trying to show fake love to me
You should know wassup with me, don't got time for no fuckery
Need a billion dollars imma grind 'til I'm in luxury
And I'm climbing to the top 'til everybody under me

Give me one year, I promise imma make it
Now I'm going up, going up, like a spaceship
You weren't showing love, showing love, you was hating
And all that fake love, fake friends, I replaced it

They gon' act like they with me
Really they out to get me
Only got trust for two or three people 'cause n***as iffy
Had to lace my sneakers 'cause shorty just had me tripping
I still got love for all y'all only from a distance
You hear what I'm saying?