[Intro]
(Ayy, Mj, what you in here doin', bruh?)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, bruh, mhm

[Verse 1]
By the top the way lil' bruh 'nem spin through blocks and they come through spinnin'
We done ran all through thots, I fuck on an Instagram model thot while I'm fuckin' her friend
Uh, uh, ran through money (Uh, uh), ran through thots
Fuck a rap n***a bitch on house arrest, I'm hittin' the ho in my Balenci' flops (Like uh, uh)

[Chorus]
Jumped off the streets, in Timbos when we stomp
Way we hop out with these chops, you would think we [tryin'?] your daddy's son, uh
N***a mad for nothin', n***a independent like I'm mad or somethin', I ain't broke
Still got cash for fun, might sign a deal, man, whenever the dot go low
Can't go broke, still got money hid under the floor
Still kick doors whеn I [?] my n***a, on a mission with Jugg, I'm really the G.O.A.T​. (I did it [for code?])
Wе spinnin' for bro, give a fuck if your killers outside on my show (Uh, uh)
Got too much money to go back and forth, got the gang wanna shot on the clock, you blowed it, n***a

[Verse 2]
How the n***a sign deals and I still ain't noticed?
Every day they printin', we gettin' them through it
No bap, I was rich way 'fore '23
They ain't belive me like Mike, now I'm ballin' like Jordan (Uh)
If the ho spent a night, she a freak, I support her
Only hit her one night, then I beat it, abort it
Nothin' but snakes in the beehive, thuggin' with guys that be slime
And I'm thinkin' 'bout slime hearin' voices, wait (Uh, uh, let's go)
Shot a n***a too close, blood done spilled up on my Cartier
And we still got shit, scoliosis
Uh, get sleep, I go and get paid
What I made off the rap out a feature from Drake?
Once I figured this back out, shit went straight
Started out in the crack house, young n***a didn't even back out, ten years later on pay (Ayy, ayy)
I got rich off the rap and the rob
(He work shells, so he got him a job)
Still puttin' racks way over the bitch, you know I'm a gangster, for life been mob
Ayy, robbin', trappin', slidin', did jugg season in an overtime
I was a young n***a bumpin' Young Scooter, now Scooter fuck with music that's mine, uh (Uh, uh)
[Chorus]
Jumped off the streets, in Timbos when we stomp
Way we hop out with these chops, you would think we [tryin'?] your daddy's son, uh
N***a mad for nothin', n***a independent like I'm mad or somethin', I ain't broke
Still got cash for fun, might sign a deal, man, whenever the dot go low
Can't go broke, still got money hid under the floor
Still kick doors when I [?] my n***a, on a mission with Jugg, I'm really the G.O.A.T​. (I did it [for code?])
We spinnin' for bro, give a fuck if your killers outside on my show (Uh, uh)
Got too much money to go back and forth, got the gang wanna shot on the clock, you blowed it, n***a