[Hook ×2]

Focus on your bag, and watch it increase
Run to the money, my shoes got a crease
Yeah we goin' die by the streets
No we don't care 'bout the peace

[Verse]

I make it hot with the heater
We wrap that boy up like he a fajita
They see ABG in a beamer
Bet you they run off the block like a cheetah
My bitches say I'm a cheater
You doing drugs if you thinking I need her
I cannot follow you back on the gram
You bugging, you know I'm a leader
She gettin' fucked from the back
I need to make it, I'm stuck in the trap
You better duck with the Mac
Just incase n***as pull up where I'm at
Gotta move different cause everyone know me
I am a little big homie
Them n***as fool, they palony
They always stay on the net like a goalie
I'm in the field, they can't hold me
They just goin' watch me like I am a Rolex
We used to trap right on O-V
Moody and AV smoke one for the oxy
Light up they block like matches
If they sleep on us like a mattress
Don't think I be talking 'bout hood bitches
When I make a call for them rachets
[Hook ×2]

Focus on your bag, and watch it increase
Run to the money, my shoes got a crease
Yeah we goin' die by the streets
No we don't care 'bout the peace

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]

I stack up the bag, and watch it increase
Fuck the critics, my n***as goin' eat
I need me them crisps
Don't worry 'bout beefs
I'm stepping in Louie, lil bitch watch my feet
I'm in Vegas, jumping out on the V
Life been different since I'm getting the green
Me and ? Making out with the green
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[Hook ×2]

Focus on your bag, and watch it increase
Run to the money, my shoes got a crease
Yeah we goin' die by the streets
No we don't care 'bout the peace