[Intro]
Hmm
Yeah man the FMB way man
That fast money way
Fast motherfuckin' money
We don’t think the same
We don't talk the same
We don't walk the same n***a, huh, no
You thinkin’
N***a I'm thinkin'
You thinkin'
N***a I'm thinkin', hey
N***a I'm thinkin' rich
N***a you thinkin’ poor (Yeah)
I got up off my ass and I kicked out the door (Yeah)

[Verse]
I’m thinkin' Vettes (Vettes)
I’m thinkin' Porsche (Porsche)
I like them Lamborghinis, I fuck with the horse
We hit his block (Yeah), knock him off the porch
I told my bitch, "Roll up the window, put this bitch in sport"
You know I'm back at it (Back at it)
Bitch I got bad habits (Bad habits)
I like to live lavish (Yeah)
I'm never lit average (Naw)
I got M’s stackin, F I make 'em stand backwards (Yeah)
Everything I spit be fire, I'm a real dragon
I ain't always get it
I ain't always have it
I couldn't always flip it
I couldn't always stash it
I drop out of school
I couldn't get my masters (Yeah)
Now we racing coupes tryna see which one's the fastest (Yeah)
If I point, he gon' shoot, we don't give no passes
If they get tipped, them bitches gone, we don't get back no glasses (They gone)
Your label's calling back to back, them bitches keep harassin' (Leave me alone)
Once my foot got on the gas, bitch I started mashin'
My bitch want her body done, my mama want an Aston (That Aston)
My little sis want a boutique and bitch I want Imagine (Imagine)
My side bitch want a baby but I can't chance it (Nah)
Can't have no baby by no slut, freak bitch dancing (Dancing)
My chain like a slut freak bitch, it keep dancin' (It's magic)
I got my eyes on this freak bitch, she keep glancin' (Yeah)
I got my eyes on n***as too, they keep lookin' (Ooh)
They try to black boy the kid but they keep bookin' (Ooh)
I told Scuba, "Keep dancin', they can keep shinin'" (Yeah)
We gon' get that big bag as long as we keep grindin' (Grindin')
And we got them ARs with the monkey nuts
8 Ball brewing in his cell, waking his bunkie up
Young dog at the spot early, workin' the junkies up (Yeah)
Catch a n***a while he leavin' church, we don't give a fuck (Naw)
Put the barrel in granny mouth or make him give it up
N***a still might get shot when you give it up
Dead men can't say shit, tell 'em dig 'em up (Yeah)
We might spin around the block and watch 'em pick 'em up
These n***as claimin' that they real but they ain't real as us (Naw)
Bitch I just threw my bag and I zipped it up (Yeah)
[Outro]
I'm thinkin' rich
N***a you thinkin' poor
I got up off my ass and I kicked out the door
We hit his block, knock him off the porch
I told my bitch, "Roll up the window, put this bitch in sport"