[Produced by Key Wane]

[Intro]
Monday, I'm tearin' Neimans down, I'm tearin' Saks down
Tuesday, I'm tearin' Neimans down, I'm tearin' Saks down
Wednesday, I'm tearin' Neimans down, I'm tearin' Saks down
Thursday, I'm tearin' Neimans down, I'm tearin' Saks down

[Verse]
Big Rolls and floor seats, my enemies can't afford these
Fell off, I was fucked up, then I hustled up on some more cheese
Now I'm back, playin' catch with the stacks
That's how we pass time when we're bored in the trap
On my lap is a MAC when I'm ridin' in the foreign
Your bitch drunk, talkin' 'bout, "Floor it, floor it"
Sit your ass back and don't touch shit
You tryna get a n***a flipped, you can't be trusted
I stay down, nah n***a on some up shit
Some dudes I fucked with switched to some fuck shit
Might hit Katanas with my partner for a lunch dish
Talkin' low, havin' a big money discussion
I bought the gold Rollie 'cause it match the chain
I bought the chain 'cause it match the dope game
Hustled in the dirt but I ain't got no stains
I'm satisfied with bein' rich, I ain't after no fame