Verse1: 100 million in the bank 100 n***as in my face, fuck outta my space you 100 n***as in the way, I ain’t with the fucking games and I ain’t caught up in your nonsense in between lot of bullshit don’t need that on my conscience, no for real, I can give a fuck bout how you feel yea you took me there and I ain’t going back, ain’t no need for that, sick of trying to please you n***as, realized that I don’t need you n***as, whoa, uh, run that check up, show me my respect fine as hell from the neck up, told me she keep it wet I’m like hell yeah I’ll check up, we can go disappear by the lier private jet and my cash never get near I’m like bet, over here get the vibe going, in my eyes all of you dimes no surprise so it’s only right we keep the keep the Louie and the ciroc pouring, just living in the moment, enemies stay lurking, I’m on it..

Hook: never going back, I see I gotta send you bitch n***as a message, graduated to the good no degree, yet u poking that old in me to repeat, listen n***a, don’t push me when I’m on edge don’t push when I’m bout on 10, don’t flex when you ain’t bout shit, you a lame conversation is finished, we ain’t going back..

Verse2: never relax, me and the money too attached, listen bitch, we don’t fuck w/ a fraud n***a, this is real life, n***as just re-enact, check em all like swoosh, just do it tired of you lying n***as tell the truth, live wire but I don’t wear a wire I don’t rat, writing shit I just rap over tight shit that’s a fact, I’m just back in the booth, mami backing that ass on me I’m just throwing cash on her, we be getting fast money haters want a piece, now she trying to gaslight, told her ima pass on her I’m after that bag told you I’ll take em deceased, that paper trail, bundles of moolah keep stacking until we break the scale, half of that profit get thrown out in Vegas padding my pockets until I make em swell, fuck all this fake shit, fuck you pussy ass n***as cry when you break a nail..