[Intro]
(DC Beats)

[Verse 1]
Look, I'ma trick, I'll pay for the bag
Trips in a CLA coupe, we ain't takin' cab
I don't care how she act on 'Gram
Guarantee that she gonna make it clap (Yo)
I put the B in bands, runnin' up paper got my paigons mad
Rap didn't mash, then it would've been trap trap in the bando doin' Breaking Bad, look
I ain't made it till I got VVs tucked in my Richard Mille
My first deal was a hundred, so it's minimum six what I need for a deal
Jins try kill JBEE in his sleep, I can't die young, but the paigons will
Bitch want love, but it's MOE, I just tell her I'm taken still

[Chorus]
Doin' ninety mph in a fifty lane, I doubt I'ma make it home, look
She look sweet in the ends, but this girl from the hood look better in Rome
She wanna do soft life for the rest of the year, told bae I been makin' dough
Spent all day chasin' racks, so do not disturb my phone when I'm in my zone
Ever since man copped me the new plate, she wanna jeet in a AMG
Need to cop me the bust down, ruin the yack boys and all my paigons week
Sayin' I fell off? I'm in my prime like '04 Thierry Henry
I came back on a brand new level, money can't buy this steeze (Look)

[Verse 2]
This year's 'bout money and peace
Don't ruin my vibe cah I'm in the lead, uh
Run up a bag, any distraction I'm cuttin' the leash, ayy
Fuck showin' my heart, I need a Carti' shinin' on my sleeve (Grind)
Seven days of the week, still ate when they didn't believe
I should've been clear like Dave and Cench
Never been pressed, but the game intense
I'm on the go, heart still cold, all gas no brakes, never stay content
It's pricey bein' the boss, I ain't losin' it all for the same expense
Riskin' it all for the people around me, that's how it gets when you're made in the trench
Now these hoes want love like Brandi
The motion comin' in handy
Before A2, a n***a been anti
Fuck bein' live for a two man step, I'm patterin' pants, not panty, huh
But she got the perfect combo, stupid back and amazin' brain, this chocolato got me doin' up—
[Chorus]
Ninety mph in a fifty lane, I doubt I'ma make it home
She look sweet in the ends, but this girl from the hood look better in Rome
She wanna do soft life for the rest of the year, told bae I been makin' dough
Spent all day chasin' racks, so do not disturb my phone when I'm in my zone
Ever since man copped me the new plate, she wanna jeet in a AMG
Need to cop me the bust down, ruin the yack boys and all my paigons week
Sayin' I fell off? I'm in my prime like '04 Thierry Henry
I came back on a brand new level, money can't buy this steeze