[Part I]

[Intro: Chrisnxtdoor]
Damn
Yeah, I'm 'bout have fun with this beat
Yeah
Ayy, damn
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yyy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Chrisnxtdoor]
These women you lovin' the ones we be fuckin' on
These hunnids be keepin' me fuckin' one
In the winter, 'member [?] school
I hated livin' at home, all that fuckin' dome
Really been at this shit since I was twenty-one
See, me and my n***as, we one of one
AMP- one year, one mill'
But we ain't no one-and-done's (Yeah, ayy)
I'm 'bout to fuckin' mumble
Diamonds on me n***a, I been zumbin' zumblе
Had that bit' like a mo'fucking dumble tumble
N***a jump out that bit' likе it's summer
N***a jumpin' out of the bitch
Fuck these boy, these n***a right on my wrist
N***a talkin' 'bout the money, no funny
My n***a jumpin' out and runnin' my shit, n***a jump out that bitch
"Like Chris, why you trippin'
Off them goddamn percs?"
"They don't give a fuck about your knee
Your hands still work"
Just to be blunt, shut the fuck up about Mondays
I be smokin' blunts on Sunday
I walk wit' a limp, but still goin' run to the money
A whole lot of blue money (Damn)
[Verse 2: Duke Dennis]
Boy, ain't no fuckin' way
Chris chose this fire-ass beat
I was on DeeBlock other day
But they can't fire me from the streets
Few years ago, was fucked up
I ain't had nowhere to sleep
Now all these bitches in my DM
Yeah, they average to me
I said fuck all these n***as that's talking shit
All you n***as just troll on the internet
I got brothers who really be choppin' shit
I say fuck the streets 'cause I ain't into that
Had love for a ho, but that's how it go
I play stupid a lot, but I play it slow
AMP, AMP, we hit a milli'
But yeah, we just started a year ago
Ayy, I hit a bitch the other day
But I ain't know her name
It happen way too many times
I can't get caught up in them ways
These hoes'll do you dirty
And be crying in your face
That's why you focus on your grind
Hit her one time and do the race
I get love in the streets, so I'm good regardless
Heart gone, so I'm heartless
Dead broke, I was starvin', no more havin' money problems
N***as saying I'm a target
Growin' up in them apartments
Young n***a rockin' Starter
Now I know how it feels to be dead broke
So I'm goin' harder, n***a
[Outro: Duke Dennis]
Yeah, I just killed that shit
And things of that nature, though
You know what I'm sayin'?
Now I'm gone

[Part II]

[Verse 3: ImDavisss]
AMP, one mill', man, it's crazy
Moves so tact, not even a hunnid thieves can phase me
Move so many plaques, not even a hunnid briefs can case me
Still thank God every day, 'cause He amaze me
Came in 2015, I never been a hater
This year, I'm goin' farther like I'm Westbrook to the Lakers
This year, I'm goin' harder like a left hook, Joe Frazier
Next year, I'm goin' broader, take my talents to Jamaica
How you hatin' through the net? You need to stop and get some some paper
Why you waitin'? I'm up next, so what's the point of waitin' later?
New crib, broke the internet going through roofs
Cybertruck, got the black tints and it's bulletproof
Now I walk around my city, and I feel like I'm the man
I ran it up, I ran it out, like Drizzy said, "It's God's Plan"

[Verse 4: Kai Cenat]
Got some killers on my team, you'd think they John Wick
And the way I serve these bars, you'd think I play with sticks
Cold hearted little n***a, grew up in project bricks
I ain't had shit, been through a lot, I seen sad shit
Now I'm flexing on 'em 'cause I ain't movin' average
Old bitch, I don't need you, got a new bitch
Two blicks, one for me and you, we gon' move shit
Two kicks, and you know they cost a stack at Cool Kicks
Ever since I been up, I just been on cool shit
Bust down Rollie, avalanche, she gon' climb this avalanche
She gon' take this dick and she gon' say it wasn't average
She gon' take my phone and I'm gon' leave and find a better bitch
Now I'm stackin' bread, she want me 'cause she know I'm gettin' rich
I don't really do this shit, I'm just kinda used to it
Mike Amiri jeans on me, n***a lookin' cool as shit
And I met your bitch, she said she want me to scoop and shit
[Part III]

[Intro: Fanum TV]
I'm your dad, n***a
Where your mom at, n***a?
Talk to these n***as, man
Ayo, do you, bitch
'Cause I'ma do better, you heard?

[Verse 5: Fanum TV]
You do you, I'mma do better
Big AMP, applyin' more pressure
Million dollar baby, sixty on the dresser
Yeah, I'll hit it, but I'll never sweat her
Y'all n***as never been on go
Section 8 baby, concrete jungle
Know how to hustle, been through the struggle
M4, lot of winners in the tunnel
We eat at the deli, fuck Benihana's
Yeah, I dropped out, no, I'm not a scholar
Yeah, I make money, yeah, I make dollars
Yeah, I probably make more than your father
Yeah, it cost a lot, but we make a lot
'Member back then, I used to be popular
Give my mama a couple bands just to shop
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, or the Prada (Woo! Shit!)
We not dreamin' about it no more (Huh)
We livin' it (Damn!)
Backyard pool, talkin' 'bout dividends
I'm a CEO, n***a top president
Bring me that pussy, you know that I'm killin' it
Pass me my goggles, you know that I swim in it
And she like my style, she love me, I'm different
Fuck on her friend just to show I'm considera—woah (Damn)

[Interlude 1: Fanum TV]
Yeah, man
Wanum, Wanum, Wanum, Wanum
Hehehe...
Wanum, Wanum, Wanum, Wanum, baby
So Agent, where you at?
Agent, where the fuck you at?

[Verse 6: Agent 00]
I'm livin' fearfully
Got blessings on blessings, I fear for me
I fear my fears will see
I'm backed in a corner, even my peers can see
I peer to see
A full court press is what it appears to be
Now watch me split
Now watch me whip
My Coupe down roads, my backstreet woes
That's just how it goes
So try to keep up
180 on the dash, my mind's made up
So maybe I'm last, my Glock face tucked
So go crazy on the gas
I'm hazy on the graph, my shot stays up
I've watched, they suck
It is not their time, do not FaZe up
You're a baby on the glass
It get crazy when I'm fast
And I get lazy when I'm mad
Still, real daisy in the grass, I'll be eighty when I pass

[Interlude 2: Fanum TV]
Oh my God, he's wildin', n***a
Wow, hold on, hold on

[Verse 7: Fanum TV]
I transform, call me Eren Yeager
I am a beast, no I'm not a hater
I cook up, call me Fanum baker
Pipe down, yeah, give me all the flavor
Say goodbye, what? Hasta Luego
Y'all n***as soft like some Play-Doh
Y'all gotta go before my lil' oota slide
And turn you n***as to halos
I do not care what you said, though
Fly your bitch out to Barbados, she fuck with me, I get pesos—

[Outro: Kai Cenat]
Fanum, Fanum, Fanum, Fanum, Fanum
Wait, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
You wildin', bro, you wildin', bro, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill