[Produced by Trippy T Beats]

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa
Whoa, whoa
It's Mook
Gang

[Chorus]
They keep beggin' me to stop it
Goin' fast in a two-seater
With a two-liter and a bad bitch
N***as hatin' on me, I can see the signs
I can finally say I made it
If a n***a run up on me
Hit 'em with the beam
We gon' make him famous
I got friends showin' fake love
I'm startin' to lose my patience
Every night celebratin'
All them times we ain't had shit
I can't wait to go flood my wrist
You ain't never had a night like this
Why'd you have to do me like this
You' the reason I don't trust no bitch
You' the reason I act like this

[Verse 1]
Pistol on me when I'm ridin' 'round
All my old hoes wanna see me now
I ain't fuckin' with my old friends
They don't wanna see a n***a make it out
I'm the n***a that they talk about
Runnin' to the money, you can run yo' mouth
I get love when I'm out the city
They be hatin' on me when I'm down south
Book a show, I got a .40 on me
They don't like it when I bring the goons out
When they see me they don't talk now
They be actin funny 'cause I'm up now
I don't trip, I just play it cool
If he act a fool, he gon' make the news
I got these bitches comin' by the 2
You say you got it, n***a, who are you?
I got these bands on me in the booth
I know these n***as prayin' I'm-a lose
If I don't make it, shooting out the roof
Better get low, I know I hit a few
I got designer on me, brand new
Tired of these n***as steppin' on my shoes
I know these n***as hatin' how I move
I got these hun'nits on me and they' blue

[Chorus]
They keep beggin' me to stop it
Goin' fast in a two-seater
With a two-liter and a bad bitch
N***as hatin' on me, I can see the signs
I can finally say I made it
If a n***a run up on me
Hit 'em with the beam
We gon' make him famous
I got friends showin' fake love
I'm startin' to lose my patience
Every night celebratin'
All them times we ain't had shit
I can't wait to go flood my wrist
You ain't never had a night like this
Why'd you have to do me like this
You' the reason I don't trust no bitch
You' the reason I act like this

[Verse 2]
N***as wanna see you down bad
When you get the money, they don't like that
I was ridin' in the old smoke
Try'na get a pote, but the store closed
I was fresh for a whole week
By the next week, wore the same clothes
Now I'm sitting in the front row
I be reminiscing 'fore the plane gon'
Why they had to take my n***a from me
When I'm on the road, let my diamonds show
I know they plottin' on me on the low
Look all this money that a n***a blow
I hit her 3 times in a row
Fuck all these fast cars and a hoe
Really be stressed out, po' a 4
I think the devil want a n***a soul
I gotta get it, never gon' fold
When I be out, neck all froze
They used to doubt, shit wouldn't go
I still be lettin' everybody know
You' the reason I be doin' it for
I get money, I can do what I want
N***as talkin' but this ain't what they want
I make a day, what you make in a month

[Chorus]
They keep beggin' me to stop it
Goin' fast in a two-seater
With a two-liter and a bad bitch
N***as hatin' on me, I can see the signs
I can finally say I made it
If a n***a run up on me
Hit 'em with the beam
We gon' make him famous
I got friends showin' fake love
I'm startin' to lose my patience
Every night celebratin'
All them times we ain't had shit
I can't wait to go flood my wrist
You ain't never had a night like this
Why'd you have to do me like this
You' the reason I don't trust no bitch
You' the reason I act like this

[Outro]
You' the reason I act like this
You' the reason I act like this