[Intro]
(JD On Tha Track)
I had to turn it up a notch
Yeah
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)

[Chorus]
Million ways to earn the guap, money was low had to get it up
I had to turn it up a notch, nothin’ I’m doin’ is regular
And I was hurtin’ on the block but I was still way ahead'a ya
You wasn’t with the gang, you ain’t hold it down, now you seein’ us level up
Got in the game, now I gotta win, came from the hood I don’t wanna lose
I think I spent so much bread on the drip cuz I remember wearing my brother shoes
All of that talk and then he got packed up, he a fool like Lunchables
I never slip, ain’t trusting these bitches, I’m never gettin’ too comfortable

[Verse 1]
And I’m on that shit, these n***as know this shit
They used to talk down, I ain’t owe you shit
Movin’ around, she could hold this clip
And she on my dick, still gon put a buss down on my wrist
Used to take the bus downtown hittin’ licks
Me and brody run down with no stick
Yeah we hit a stain like detergent
Gotta run it up, lotta dough to get
They ain’t see me, I was workin’
Now I’m flexin’ up and they notice it
Shawty saying that I’m perfect, told her nah not really, my heart cold as shit
Lotta green like an ogre, money clean on that sober shit
Better hustle, better learn how to make a move
You know that bread make these bird bitches pick and choose
And you know I’m with the gang whether we win or lose
Whether they right or wrong, we gon get ‘em gone
We go, they mad as stones
I got the hood goin’ up like drones
I put a four up in that dome
We on the block like Carmelo
Brody was chefin’ it up but he only has one recipe
And I pray my brothers rest in peace, I can’t let nobody next to me
[Chorus]
Million ways to earn the guap, money was low had to get it up
I had to turn it up a notch, nothin’ I’m doin’ is regular
And I was hurtin’ on the block but I was still way ahead'a ya
You wasn’t with the gang, you ain’t hold it down, now you seein’ us level up
Got in the game, now I gotta win, came from the hood I don’t wanna lose
I think I spent so much bread on the drip cuz I remember wearing my brother shoes
All of that talk and then he got packed up, he a fool like Lunchables
I never slip, ain’t trusting these bitches, I’m never gettin’ too comfortable

[Verse 2]
Money was low had to get it up, had to go and get my life in order
I was broke wasn’t givin’ up, call the plug I had to place an order
At the trap and it’s only us, imma hit the jeweler put the gang in order
Photoshop if he running up, yeah my shooter leave a n***a face distorted
Shawty ask too many questions, I’m like bitch I might been
I’m getting head from a big booty foreign while I’m in the white Benz
I fuck her friend but I ain’t really mean to, just needed excitement
Now she askin’ why I’m driving her crazy, I ain’t got a license
I get the bag and I’m running it back like I play for the Titans
But they know we them young n***as outta New York, all my n***as is Giants
He say he fuck with the gang, you ain’t see him with us then that n***a was lyin’
They had no dough and wrinkly clothes, n***as stay straight with the iron
30s pull up and embarrass them
These n***as fake it’s embarrassing
These n***as act real but the whole time they was playing a character
Them n***as act real till it’s go time we don’t fold no we don’t bend
Told Cello he gettin’ these all ends, we ballin’ till everyone forfeit
[Chorus]
Million ways to earn the guap, money was low had to get it up
I had to turn it up a notch, nothin’ I’m doin’ is regular
And I was hurtin’ on the block but I was still way ahead'a ya
You wasn’t with the gang, you ain’t hold it down, now you seein’ us level up
Got in the game, now I gotta win, came from the hood I don’t wanna lose
I think I spent so much bread on the drip cuz I remember wearing my brother shoes
All of that talk and then he got packed up, he a fool like Lunchables
I never slip, ain’t trusting these bitches, I’m never gettin’ too comfortable