[Intro]
(M— M— Money)
Jay Critch, hood fav
I think these stupid n***as thought it was over
Yo, get twelve, I think these stupid n***as thought it was over yo, ayy, hey

[Chorus]
Uh, I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little n***as is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play, then we putting him under
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers (Jugg, jugg)
Ballin', I feel like the number one stunner (Hey)
Fuck it, I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, fuck it, I'm wildin', hit that with no rubber
They tried to pull me, but I had that thing on, fuck it, I'm wildin', big boy under covers
Fuck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double
Fuck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double
Fuck it, I'm wildin', I ain't ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble

[Verse]
Let me tell you how I grew in a jungle
When I was young, always wanted to hustle
Downtown looking like it's Royal Rumble
Make n***as run, DMC, no Russell
I'm in the back of the Benz smoking Truffles
Whole book bag full of chips like Ruffles
In the book bag, got a clip like (Boom)
N***as ain't worried 'bout no little scuffle
Like I ain't get this shit all off the muscle
It's 30 gang, got the brains and the muscle
He copped the plea, so we ain't gonna touch you
She said I'm lame, bitch, I ain't wanna touch you
Young n***a had to get used to the bag
N***a got rich, I ain't even have a mixtape
N***a got rich, I was only eighteen, couldn't even go in the club, get shitfaced
Diamonds they drunk and they dance, get shitfaced
Can't bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
And I ain't rapping, I'm just talking 'bout life (Talking 'bout life)
Worried bout M's, n***as worried 'bout ice ('Bout ice)
When you getting cheese, better worry 'bout mice ('Bout rats)
And I'm in the V, thinking 'bout my guys
I'm in LV, getting way too fly
N***as in between, trying to play both sides
But they know a n***a having real mob ties
You ain't with the gang if you ain't gon' ride
Can't fuck with him 'cause he ain't on time
Big bucks, n***a, I remember them dimes
With a baddie, she asking my sign
I'm blowing up, I ain't wasting no time
World war shit like it's Vietnam
[Chorus]
Uh, I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little n***as is runners
Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play, then we putting him under (Boom, boom)
Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers
Ballin', I feel like the number one stunner
Fuck it, I'm wildin' out for the whole summer (Hey)
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, fuck it, I'm wildin', hit that with no rubber
They tried to pull me, but I had that thing on, fuck it, I'm wildin', big boy under covers
Fuck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double
Fuck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double
Fuck it, I'm wildin', I ain't ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble (I'm buggin')