[Intro]
I ain't got no present day
My n***as still trappin’ out of Section 8
First class, we got big cake
Ayy

[Chorus]
Hard times don't last, n***a (Don't last, n***a)
I was runnin’ down for that cash, n***a (For that cash)
I wake up, I want me a big bag, n***a (A big bag, n***a)
It ain't real hard to do some math, n***a (Uh)
Had to trust some n***as, had to trust some hoes (What? What?)
One thing I won't do, one thing I won't do (You know)
Still in designer clothes, still in designer clothes (Designer clothes)
Designer on me and designer on my bros (What?)

[Verse]
Yeah, I can't love a bitch
Glock up on my hip
They got rubber grip
And young Boowop
We up on our shit
If you ain't gang, n***a
We ain't fuckin' with ya
I can’t trust these n***as
I be ballin’, swish
I be ballin', swish
I ball like the Clippers
Who the fuck is these guys?
I don’t want 'em 'round me
Me and Mal in that fast shit
Might make the ground bleed
If it's a problem, fix it, n***as need to mind they business
’Cause I been in the trenches gettin' it, tryna stack these riches
These n***as hatin' on the kid, don't want me get a plate
That stick with me same size as my nephew Blake
That stick hit and it sound like an 808 (Trapnanana)
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no food when I say bust your grape
Uh, she wanna fuck, I want her tongue
That's how I'm rockin', red rum, put that chopper on your bum

[Chorus]
Hard times don't last, n***a (Don't last, n***a)
I was runnin' down for that cash, n***a (For that cash)
I wake up, I want me a big bag, n***a (A big bag, n***a)
It ain't real hard to do some math, n***a (Uh)
Had to trust some n***as, had to trust some hoes (What? What?)
One thing I won't do, one thing I won't do (You know)
Still in designer clothes, still in designer clothes (Designer clothes)
Designer on me and designer on my bros (What?)