[Intro]
What you wanna do?
Yeah, TBG Gorilla Gang i'm Gee Money boo, aye
I make money moves
(Shout out to cardi man let me hit this b*tch)

[Verse 1]
Lit n***a you can't fuck wit me i got my papper up
Yeah I hear them n***as talking shit they bet not play wit us
Most them n***as blew up from BR they was fake as fuck
When i blow my team blow thats what im trying to make it for
I dont know why he hatting guess he mad bout a bitch
All yall use to claim TBG, look how you n***as switched
How the fuck you got a bag if you always on my dick
I ain't trippin in that audi bitch im ballin im the shit
Came from the street i was stuck up in the trenches
Motherfuck a vette i just wanna get a bently
N***as hatting on me they dont wanna see me wit it
Sickest in my city i dont got no competition

[Verse 2]
Pull up i thuggin forreal (Thuggin)
Did this shit without a deal (Forreal)
Talking shit you better chill (Chill out)
Shooters pull up to yo crib (POW)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby momma)
I did this shit by myself (I did)
NBA i think im Steph (Ballin)
Wagon pull up in the hood (Uuh)
I dont fuck 'round with no rentals (Never)
On the gram like you gettin money (Forreal?)
All of these n***as pretenders (They lien)
Every day i wake up i be thinking bout a bag
Headed to the money got a n***a going fast
Pull up in to {?} house finna get a jag
N***a tried to kill me got to hittin threw the glass
I ain't get shot his eyes must of been clothes
Same n***a did it n***a came for his soul
Solid till the end never bend never fold
Pull up in a benz gettin it in on the road
[Outro]
Street n***a
You can't fuck wit me if you wanted too
Run up on me like you stupid watch how quick you make the news
I ain't worried bout no n***a im just doing what i do
Ran that bag up in the trenches steppin in some bloody shoes