[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Strippers in Houston, I've dabblin' with quite a few
Couple million up off SoundCloud, that's quite a view
Why are you so mad? That's something lames do
I don't need a pistol, but that's something that chains do
My visions, they came true and they keep on comin'
I got women wrapped around the block
And they keep on runnin'
If I show my face, know your place
Think before you comment on this DIY pioneer
Reach before I dot it on this line, don't cross it
Mine, on some boss shit
That's why I parted, instead of signed, fifty-fifty profit
Movin' state to state to state to state, then country hoppin'
Poppin' twenties for these bitches, nah
I got my twenties poppin'
Yeah, by my forties, forty P's is what my fortune reads
My advice could adverse and let the chorus breed
Forty G's, that's unlike me
I ain't gotta say shit, they just get offended 'cause my ice speaks
Why he got so many bad bitches down to be wifey?
Shout-out to my women in the bay, gettin' hyphy
I can get with the family, 'cause that's good for my psyche
Ride around in Atlanta bumpin' Gucci, bitch, I might be