[Intro]
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo

[Verse 1]
Uh, tell the preacher I'm sorry for all the shit I did (Yeah)
Would love to fuck you twice, but bitch, you too sensitive (Yeah)
I’m used to spreading love, but n***as too negative
I'm never choking
They love to talk, but they never focus
I got my own company, I ain't never votin’
I need a topic for this all because the camera's rolling
So now I'm up in the hills, and I got money to spill
Still rolling with my n***as, still, this music shit inks
Now they saying that I changed it, I ain't even copped the races
So's that, the money makes n***as turn mad
Tryna reach me but I'm too far ahead
Lotta shit on my mind, but still, fuck it, I'm glad
I'm twenty years old, and I don’t depend on my dad
Reached the pinnacle
N***as lacking confidence, they can’t look in the mirror though
Smokin' all this bud, ah, it got a n***a spiritual
Never heard about me, still, they’re screaming all my lyrics yo
You see, I beat the game, and ain't nothing changed
Vibing to the rhythm, 'bout to do it again
My momma's feeding, making pizza, and she give me the bread
Give a fuck about these rappers, ’cause these n***as is lame
Money, pussy, drugs, shit, what is the topic again?
I go from city to city, I'm 'bout to sleep on a plane
Look at these people in the crowd, man, they yelling my name
Took a trip to the States, now everything 'bout to change

[Chorus]
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)

[Verse 2]
Uh, so back and forth we go
I used to be so broke, I almost sold that blow
Just tryna get that dough
Was tryna paint a little picture of a money-making n***a
But I had to be patient
It's cool, I was a piece of trash
Tryna make this money fast (Money)
The newspaper writing shit about my music fast
Well, here's a picture of my dick to make the visual last (Yeah)
I had to ditch my old manager, he stil in cash (Woah)
Interviews, and fucking in the views
And if these n***as talking lot, then I'll just hit the snooze
They claim that I ain't shit, but still, they watch my moves
And I've been opening doors for n***as, have you seen the news?
So many bitches on my dick, see I just pick and choose (Yeah)
I ain't been home for a week, I had to pay my dues
See, I go off for this shit, I smoke a pound with my bitch
I took a trip to the States, I had to figure some shit
Came stocked now, 'til a n***a rich as a bitch
These n***as never been my friends, they push me off of that cliff
She rode a mile on that dick
I can't wait 'til I spend a little check on my wrist
What's the problem with these n***as? They suspicious as shit
Nothing but love for these people that's supporting my shit
I told my n***as never worry, man we 'bout to get rich
Wanna forget about the past, that's why I smoke and I sip
And only God can judge a n***a, so don't be bugging my shit

[Chorus]
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)
I tell 'em run that back because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I'm finna pop any man because I'm steady with it (Woah)
I make the crowd go nuts because I'm steady with it (Woah)
DJ, bring it back, you know I'm steady with it (Woah)

[Outro: Excerpt From The Basketball Diaries]
"You ready? Listen, I forgot to tell you - don't tell the other guys, but when we leave here, I have a surprise for you."
"Tell me what it is!"
"It's a surprise, trust me, all right?"
"Ow, don't mess around man!
"Alright, you ready?"
"Come on, man."
"Alright, ready? Let's jump. On three. You ready?"
"Uh huh."
One, two, three.