[Intro: DDG]
Yeah
Hmm, yeah
Hmm
Okay

[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really fuck with steel (You weren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
All these n***as fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n***a a bitch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad bitches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pussy out of control, she might make me miss my flight

[Verse 1: DDG & Skilla Baby]
On the 'net I'm goin' crazy, I can't help but up my price
N***a think he know me 'cause he see on that site
Rock Balenciaga boots, I'm 6'5", it up my height
VVS gon' make it bright, hundred thousand, that shit light (Ha)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
I'm pickin' streamers over rappers, they be boring, I can't chill with 'em (Yeah)
Don't cut my hand off, I can't feel n***as (I can't feel n***as)
I'm 6'2", bankroll Crip blue (Yeah)
I be standin' on the money just to make me feel bigger (Ha)
I don't let these n***as 'round me, they don't act like us (They don't act like us)
These n***as must think they Zoe, they chat too much (Chat too much)
And they cap too much, I shoot straps too much (Baow)
I up racks too much (Ha)
My little bitch thick as hell, ass fat as fuck (Fuck)
Bottega on my body, can somebody add me up? (Add me up)
Hoes love me, I'm rich, his and hers for my bitch (Bitch)
Glock came with a switch, I'm tryna shoot shit on Twitch (Ha)
If I'm goin' anywhere, you know I'm bringing my blick (Blick)
Play with DDG and we gon' take the stream on a hit
I done seen n***as get rich and seen n***as snitch (Ha)
In GTA, n***a, we don't play
[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really fuck with steel
All these n***as fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n***a a bitch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad bitches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pussy out of control, she might make me miss my flight

[Verse 3: DDG]
She know I'm from Pontiac and she know that's right up the street
She said she gon' ride down 6 Mile to come and fuck with me
On the road, bitch, I can't sit down, I gotta stay on my feet
Making hits and that's the stick now like running backs and cleats
N***as knowin' that I'm one-of-one, I don't rap for fun or none
Went to Booby Trap, I can't keep track, I threw a ton of ones
Hit it from the back, but she gon' never meet my son or nothin'
I'm just tryna crack, I ain't got time to fall in love or nothin'
I got a bus full of hoes, what's the ETA?
Tryna kill that pussy, but I'm talkin' 'bout in GTA
I got more money than half the n***as in the NBA
N***as talkin' crazy on the 'net 'til we put BTA

[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really fuck with steel
All these n***as fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n***a a bitch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad bitches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pussy out of control, she might make me miss my flight