[Chorus]
Cap to the side, I been onto my shit
I went out to the store and took all of the fits
Ain't no one out here be ballin' like this
But she asked me for cash, I said "I don't got shit"
Straight out the fire, I'm keepin' it lit
I could drop everyday and still come up with hits
Shawty don't know what to do with a star
We gon' hit the hotel, I'ma buss on her, ye

[Verse 1]
Everyone with me be poppin' the shit
If I ever fall off, it ain’t even the stress
Packin' my shit, I went back to the city
I fucked 'em all up, yes, I'm leavin' a mess
Shit bе so crazy, went back to the hood just to talk to the homiеs, they say don’t even stress
Countin' up commas
I look at my momma, say "Don’t even worry, you boy is the best"
I took the game and I bent it all over
Say fuck what you talkin' and pull up that dress
I been the hottest since I was in primary, puttin' my library books in the desk
Heard she want all of me, I said "No problem, B"
"Wait in the line, we gon' chat and address"
You said "No problem", you see the god in me
Get on your knees and just pray for the best
[Chorus]
Cap to the side, I been onto my shit
I went out to the store and took all of the fits
Ain't no one out here be ballin' like this
But she asked me for cash, I said "I don't got shit"
Straight out the fire, I'm keepin' it lit
I could drop everyday and still come up with hits
Shawty don't know what to do with a star
We gon' hit the hotel, I'ma buss on her, ye

[Verse 2]
DJ be spinnin' my tracks on my repeat
I look back at the crowd and they seem to be dizzy
N***as know that I don't play 'bout my shit, I could spit about nothin' and still get they spirit
Lyrically I don’t even gotta do much, I talk 'bout my day and that shit turn out litty
Funny how I didn’t do well at maths but I’m here in my room and I’m countin' up digits
Do it yes, do it yes
Blxckie Somnyama gon' stack up that cake 'til it’s tall as midget
Do it yes, do it
I dont got no opps 'cause they lame and they all kinda fans of my music
Run up a cheque, I been at it
My pockets got fatter and everything 'bout me seem cooler
Run up a cheque, I been at it
My pockets got fatter and everything 'bout me seem cooler