[Intro]
Had to tighten up
Yes

[Chorus]
I'ma stack it all up so I can ball later
Ain't leavin' nothin' on the table, I need all paper
Rubber bands and flip phones, it's gettin' cold, so I'm back in that mode
And if it's in my inventory, then that shit gettin' sold, woah
I can never slack with my hustle, no
Anybody can get taxed, I'm a bubble
I ain't even eatin' out, I ain't goin' to the club
I'm done doin'-doin' favors, I ain't showin' no love

[Verse]
We gon' see who really want it, I really got this shit in me
I could look broke as shit and still pry for the fifty
Long as them bitches comin' in, then I'm gettin' 'em out
My bitch know wassup with me, I can't sit in the house
You can't get what you want if you livin' with doubt
I get risky with the grind 'til I figure it out
I don't give a fuck who she is, I ain't spendin' no paper
I even put the jewelry up, them rubber bands, that's what made us
I ain't never fallin' off, 'bout that bag, I get focused
N***as be broke tryna flash what they had and I notice
Nothin' against 'em, but I don't wanna be them n***as
Camera on the side mirror so I see them n***as
[Chorus]
I'ma stack it all up so I can ball later
Ain't leavin' nothin' on the table, I need all paper
Rubber bands and flip phones, it's gettin' cold, so I'm back in that mode
And if it's in my inventory, then that shit gettin' sold, woah
I can never slack with my hustle, no
Anybody can get taxed, I'm a bubble
I ain't even eatin' out, I ain't goin' to the club
I'm done doin'-doin' favors, I ain't showin' no love

[Outro]
I ain't showin' no love, n***a
If you book me for a plug, then I want top dollar
And if you book me for a pound, your ass outta line, oh
I don't wanna see these n***as
Serve 'em in third-person, I don't see these n***as
I did this shit off the top of the dome, woah