[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Had to get this shit now
'Cause there ain't no waiting
Had to get this shit now

[Verse 1]
Had to get this shit now 'cause there ain't no waiting
Had to fuck the bank twice, ain't no masturbating
I've been ballin' super hard I feel like Jeremy Lin
Fuck that bitch then I let her go, you know she waiting
Fuck that bitch then I give her back, her boyfriend hatin'
Slow my life down with them xannies, bitch I'm in The Matrix
Rollin' up a blunt up, this OG gas and I'mma face it
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, I go through these phases, it's amazing
This bitch drive me crazy, like Mercedеs
Crash the Mercedеs, smash your lady, on the daily
Fuck n***a don't play me, fuck n***a I play for keeps
On the scene I spray then leave
These n***as won't let me be, these n***as won't let me breathe
Run up on me I make him bleed, choppa up on me it make him leave
New gun, I'ma cock it back, put that teach like in cat
Click-clack, fuck n***a get back
Bobby Brown, I'ma spit that crack
Get the fuck out of my trap, you ain't welcome in my trap
Real n***as up in my trap, shrill n***as up in my trap
We don't know how to act, lately I've been pourin' up Act'
Bad bitch get hit from the back, after that, may give her a stack
I ain't paying for pussy no cat, I ain't paying for pussy no cat
But you still wanna come get that
You wanna know where my new crib at
Fuck n***a you better fall back
'Cause the gun in your head fall back
Got a gun on my hip fall back, got a gun on my hip fall back
Got a choppa in the truck fall back, if we deep we jump fall back
Put a bullet hole in your ball cap, you know I don't fuck with all that
N***a don't talk like durag, on the top like a new durag
I'ma fucked your bitch do that, I'ma leave her in the past
I'ma count up all my cash, I'ma get right in my bag
I know these n***as mad, 'cause all I do is brag
I don't look at the tags, that .40 on me, get tagged
That .40 on me, get dragged
These n***as not straight they fag, you know I get money I rag
Rack up, rack up that rag
Run up on me you get hit get clapped
Run that shit like a lap, so perky my relapse
I run it like a lap, the police on my ass
I get ghost up in that Ghost (Huh)
Yeah, I do the most, brag up on them then I boast, yeah
Pop a bottle, pop a model, same thing in my eyes
Run up on me, .40 on me, leave you traumatized
[Verse 2]
My gun got a silence, you know you ain't I bitch
Run up you gon' die bitch, got a .45 bitch
Yeah, Or the 9 bitch
You know you ain't my bitch, yeah
You ain't my bitch, you know you ain't my bitch
You's a sidekick, you know you ain't my bitch
You's a psychic, you know you ain't my bitch
You's a psych, you's a psych
You a sidekick, sike
I still make her ride it like a bike
Run up on me, then you gonna die
Put that on my life, put dick in your wife
Yeah, hell, yeah
Fuckin' right, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, hell yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm booted, bitch I'm zooted and you know
Probably run up on 'em them I let it go
I was runnin' through the six with the woes
.40 in him with the, woah
Money Machine Gang
Money Machine Gang, Xanny Lean gang
Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang
Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang
Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang
Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang
She do the whole gang that's a team thang
Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang
Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang
I feel like a boss, bitch you fired you layed off
I'ma killer at heart, bitch I feel like I made off
In the cut my AK on me, gon' let if off
Don't believe me, try me, yeah, yeah, yeah, get it off
Catch a body gang that's what we about, yeah, ayy
Off the molly gang at yo' bitch house, yeah, ayy
Got the whole gang at yo' bitch house, yeah, ayy
Did our whole thang at yo' bitch house, yeah, ayy
I'm back out, got locked up for sellin' at the crack house
Skate up on a n***a, had to blackout
Mask out, fuck 'em up, mag out, fuck 'em up
He on my phone, he ordered to fuck me up, yeah, yeah, yeah
So we had to fuck 'em up, ayy, yeah
Ayy, G-Money in the cut, countin' money up
Ayy, I'ma take a Perc to ease the pain, I'ma buy a Perc, today
60, through CashApp, send that shit his way
Plug pull up, Rugers tuck
Shoot 'em up, shoot shoot 'em up
Shoot shoot 'em up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I ain't getting high bitch, I don't care
Touch the sky bitch you not I bitch-
Woah-oh-oh
My gun got a silence (Mhm-m)
You know you ain't I bitch
I'm back on 'em, woah-oh-oh
What's brackin'?
Uh, huh huh huh
I know n***as lacking, uh, huh, huh
I ain't ever ever lacking, huh, huh, hu
.40 on me and it's smacking, uh, huh, huh
Told you I ain't with the lacking, uh, huh, huh
Yeah I be pistol packing, yuh, huh, huh
If I don't got it my brother got one, huh
Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts
Ayy, wait, better get yo' money up, ayy, yeah
I been on the money hunt, ayy, yeah
On yo' spot I shoot it up, ayy
Ain't no templing, I boot it up
One second it's leave me 'lone
Then I don't wanna be alone
Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone, but I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be there alone, I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be here alone, I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be if she can't be with me, I won't be
If she can't see with me, I won't see, yeah
She's what I need, yeah
Like pills in Irene, yeah
Mix that with the lean, that Promethazine
Make my sprite bleed, uh, make my sprite bleed, uh
Make yo' gang bleed, uh, yeah, ayy
I fell in love with the paper then the guap came
Fuck the bank 'til the guap came
I fell in love with that bitch, she love Cocaine
Too bad, we don't love the same things
I fell in love with the money then the guap came
Yeah, fuck the blunt 'til the guap came
I fell in love with the pussy, she love Cocaine
Too bad, we don't like the same things
Uhh, yeah yeah
Huh-huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Keep it tucked, yeah uh
You can't keep up with us
I remember they was dissin' us, the same hoes down to fuck, yeah
I don't like parties but I still go, Balenciaga runners look like steel toes
[Outrp]
Ho-ho (G, I got percs on the way, G-Money you dig me?)
Hate on me, bitch I'm out of yo' reach
Out of yo' reach, oney on me
.40 on me, fuckin' on me
Uh, woah-oh
Woah-oh oh