On my way
Just wish me well
Getting money
You could tell
I don’t really need your help
I got it all by myself
Hit the mall
And I ball
Lewi v all on my belt
Imma boss
Fuck you thought
Now a n***a living well
Sour d
Im on my ass
Roll a wood
Im shmoking gas
Supa fat
Now im gone
Feel like never coming back
Hit the dash
On you n***as
Cause I gotta chase a bag
Now they mad
Cause I blow a check
Then I get it back

Im soo lit
Ill prolly fuck yo bitch
N foreget
Iim so rich
I got diamonds
On my neck, on my wrist
Holy shit
Now yo wifey
Do a split on my dick
Ima pimp
Do the race, hit the dash
Hit the dip

Its young cholo in the cutty
You know this shit dummy
Once a n***a Getty money
They be acting funny
Even bitches switchin lanes
Now they wanna suck me
She just wanna gimme brain
She heard a n***a yummy

I wake up I get it
Cause I’m really wit it
Now my shit like water
Now my shit be drippin
Said young cholo wouldn’t do it
Who dafuq you kidding
You must be trippin offf the shits
Like you codeine sipping
What dafuq you thank
Finna hit the bank
Wit the gang
Im not even cuban
Got a cuban lank
Then I froze
Do this for my fans
Do it for my bros
You see my pants
Thats designer shit
Thats just how it go
Verse 2
Bad bitch I don’t need her
She blowin my phone
I guess she caught the cholo fever
Yea she crazy
And she call me baby like I’m beiber
Bitch just leave me alone
I ain't really feeling ya
Bitch Stop blown my phone
You ain't boujii
Now you sister wanna do me
I just might
I ain't cuffin
Im just stunting
I just want her for tonight
Give her pipe
In my ice
Took yo bitch
Took yo wife
Cause I’m up
Double cup
Wit that sprite
Oh my