[Intro]
Every time I make a run girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why oh why?

[Hook]
These n***as satisfied on the porch, these n***as satisfied smoking dope
I guess they satisfied being broke
Satisfied on their dick, ain’t that a bitch?
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m rich – this real shit
If I wasn’t rapping, I’d be selling dope, If I wasn't trapping, I’d be kicking doors
‘cause I ain’t satisfied being broke
Satisfied on my dick, I need a lick
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m rich – that’s real shit

[Verse 1]
I grind in the streets and grind in the sheets
I need a mouth guard ‘cause I grind in my sleep
My mama say she knew I was the beast since the sonogram
Told her I ain’t find out ‘til they gave your son a gram
Fuck Uncle Sam, pay my tithes with them eyes
Like Deuce Bigelow, cakes and pies, cakes and pies
I bet the other side got some beautiful gardens
I’m getting sick and tired of walking into an apartment
It’s like I’m Martin – so that’s the girl next door?
And moving on up is Bruh-Man from the 5th floor?
Shit, if that’s all we got to live for
Then I’m willing to die trying to get more
A schitzo finna blow, I expect the anger
You n***as talkers, I’m a walker like Texas Ranger
I told my angel we gon’ make it, just be patient
She said even a Muslim gotta bring home the bacon

[Verse 2]
5 years from now, I just see me getting fetti
I see my whole team gucci with a bigger belly
I see a bad foreign bitch with my dinner ready
And you n***as can’t see ahead like Wizard Kelly
You petty, see I’m the type to grind ‘til I’m full
You n***as half ass like a mule
I said fuck school, so now it’s either trapper or rapper
And I ain’t taking no shorts like I’m going to Alaska
When I wake up in the morning, gotta get that dough
I gotta push that yola, gotta whip that coke
A n***a play with my money – what you did that for?
I got a truckload of hundreds but I need much more
Yeah I’m a greedy motherfucker, I got an appetite
I can’t be pacified, this where my passion lies
I need the fastest ride, I want the baddest bride
Can’t do the classifieds, I just ain’t satisfied

[Outro]
Every time I make a run girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why oh why?
See you must understand I can’t work a 9 to 5
I ain’t satisfied