[Verse 1: Hop]
They want to see a n***a feel, so they gon' set me up
But I just keep spending money, it always double up
Free the real ones out the pen, I keep my prayers up
She said she wanted Chanel, and I told her maybe not
I only hang with the realest, TF, we in the building
I got my glizzy in the tuck, yeah it'll kill a n***a
I want the money, the money, and I just want the money
Shit, I got a lot of love, but not like for the money
I got some weed rolled in the Back, while I'm sippin' Act
I get them texts like "Wya", I don't forget my strap
See, they just want a youngin' dead because I'm getting fed
Yeah, they got bread up on my head, but that ain't in my head
Yeah, a n***a getting fat, but that ain't where I'm at
I'm in the Lincoln getting neck, right up in the back
Fucked her on the waterbed, she open up them legs
She said, "Come here and give me head"
Nah bitch, you give me head!
I put that sauce up in my drink and I fly to the moon
I'm watching news and eating Shrooms right in my bedroom
Pussy, pussy, that's pussy for pussy
In the bank, I'm eating cookies while I'm counting cookies
So I pray to God I live to see another day
While my eyes roll back from smoking all that haze
Rocking all black, they ask and I just tell 'em Bape

[Verse 2: Dave Wick]
Is it our fault, 'cause the way that we living?
I think the government was a way just to sway our decision
They put that coke in my community, my brothers in prison
But if them people try to catch me, Jigaboo over fences
I love this life that I'm living, ayy
'Cause nothing is given, ayy
I trap with my n***as, ayy
Go get it, yeah every day
If my n***as, they ain't got it, then they gonna find a way
Won't trap like them other boys, 'cause I'm tryna get it, ayy

[Verse 3: NyQuil]
It ain't no more trippin', trappin'
I been sippin', dippin', dabbin'
Rippin' hits and rapping
Hitting licks on anyone who lackin'
Don't you ever try to run up if none you mothafuckas packin'
Attackin', clap clap, we snappin'
We living just like a movie, and all my squad yeah we Actin
Got Oscars up in the trap, and the Golden Globe's on the dash
It's an ocean up on the track, I stay frozen, my wrist on flash
No emotion, I'm overdosin'
Got potent shit in the Back
And we smoking O's of the pack
We be blowing until we crash
I'm just hoping that we don't crash
That's his girl, yeah, but he don't smash
I just leave that hoe in the trash, yeah yeah