[Chorus: Benji Glo]
I'm getting to the money so I'm feeling myself
Pockets full of hundreds swear that I need a belt
Dumbing through the bands like I don't even care
I just popped a whole flat now I'm feeling myself

I just drunk some lean now I'm feeling myself
For Dem catching bodies so we feeling ourselves
I just copped a foreign so I'm feeling myself
I just bought a TEC so I'm feeling myself

[Verse 1: Benji Glo]
Wake up in the morning with my trues and my shoes
Gimme my glasses, no gimme my jewels
I don't need no help; I'll do this shit by myself
I just drunk a whole pint, know that's bad for my health

My new MAC'll leave you wet
I don't have respect
Free my n***a Lil Lemon
No, I don't have no stress

I'm smoking back to back
And my pants is so fat
Cause they stuffed with them racks
Try to rob, you get wet

Hotboy Bumpa, he toting that thumper
If I tell him to, he pop it right at your momma
I know that ain't fair, but, boy, I don't care
Hundred shells up in my TEC, I got enough I can share

[Chorus: Benji Glo]
I'm getting to the money so I'm feeling myself
Pockets full of hundreds swear that I need a belt
Dumbing through the bands like I don't even care
I just popped a whole flat now I'm feeling myself

I just drunk some lean now I'm feeling myself
For Dem catching bodies so we feeling ourselves
I just copped a foreign so I'm feeling myself
I just bought a TEC so I'm feeling myself

[Verse 2: Yah Ya]
I'm choking off these dead opps, sound like I'm killing myself
Then I sip some cough syrup, call it healing myself
I keep this FN Five-seven under my Fendi belt
And my watch so fucking icy, it look like it's gon' melt

I got an AK in the closet and a Glock on the shelf
When I blow it at the opps, they call the coppers for help
My boys come and clean your block up with street sweepers and mops
I got some young killers; they like Desert Eagles and Glocks

They hit your block, knock off your top, and now you begging to stop
I sell some rocks to stack this guap and put the hundreds on top
Who at the door? I hear a knock, I pray it ain't the cops
It's just a thot, stupid thot, she just wanna give top

[Chorus: Benji Glo]
I'm getting to the money so I'm feeling myself
Pockets full of hundreds swear that I need a belt
Dumbing through the bands like I don't even care
I just popped a whole flat now I'm feeling myself

I just drunk some lean now I'm feeling myself
For Dem catching bodies so we feeling ourselves
I just copped a foreign so I'm feeling myself
I just bought a TEC so I'm feeling myself

[Verse 3: Hotboy Bumpa]
I just popped a bean so now I'm feeling myself
I just drunk some lean so now I'm feeling myself
This 100 and this choppa, boy, this bad for your health
These bands in my pants and the stick in my belt

Know some shooters that'll do you for a chain to a belt
Have my shooters keep on shooting 'til it ain't nothing left
Have my youngest pull on up you with them Glizzies and TECs
You act stupid, they gon' shoot and leave a fuck n***a wet

I do drills off the pills, I kick doors by myself
I fuck hoes by myself, I count rows by myself
I get dough myself, I kick doors by myself
I fuck hoes by myself, I count rows by myself

[Chorus: Benji Glo]
I'm getting to the money so I'm feeling myself
Pockets full of hundreds swear that I need a belt
Dumbing through the bands like I don't even care
I just popped a whole flat now I'm feeling myself

I just drunk some lean now I'm feeling myself
For Dem catching bodies so we feeling ourselves
I just copped a foreign so I'm feeling myself
I just bought a TEC so I'm feeling myself