[Intro]
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Yeah, yeah
Get to that money, don't know how to act
Lil' bitch, yeah
I get that jit and my pack and my racks
Woo, motherfucker this shit hot
Okay, yeah
Finna go look at my checklist right quick
Hold up

[Verse]
I got a bag, I took it off the checklist
Brodie passed me the work, told me to stretch this
When I went viral, they told me to flex this
That ain't in my nature, we not movin' reckless
I gave her my number and told her to text this
Respondin' at 3 in the morning, she restless
I need that Gary Payton just to start off the day
When the sun is risin', I be servin' a J
Had to step back on 'em, now I'm hittin' a trey
And her cat for the streets, I'm callin' her a stray
Got a bald old head, lookin' like Allen Ray
Ain't no money involved, I don't even wanna stay
Ain't fuckin' with Jared, finna with up Kay
And I jugg with the giants like I'm in the bay
I just got the tech, finna pour in the Zevia
I ain't fuckin' with the cameras and the media
I just took me a trip and booked it on Expedia
He need to go back to class, out to remedial
I should be a ghost writer, bitch, I'm a walkin' encyclopedia
And we really do not care 'bout all the fame
And really, I don't give a fuck 'bout your name
You pointin' them fingers, man, who can you blame?
I'm smokin' exotic, different type of strain
And if you talkin' money then bitch, I am game
Ain't no jokes today, we dealin' with pain
Super slimy, like I'm Abel and Cain
Natasha Bedingfield, you walk through the rain
I cut the medulla right off of the Coupe
That boy actin' funny, he part of the goof troop
Movin' so sweet, he a certified froot loop
Walk down on mans, I'ma carry a .22, uh
I got your bitch in my humble abode
Get to the cream, ain't no rocky road
I'm rockin' designer jeans and speakin' code
He takin' them shrooms and turnin' into Toad
Ain't workin' for UPS, carry a load
He said that he got it, but is it for show
He at the bottom reachin' all time lows
And I'm shootin' shit just like an all time pro