[Intro]
I got everything, n***a

[Verse]
Got young n***as that's gonna shoot for me
Bad bitches that buy shoes for me
Versace this, I'm the shit, got the six, got yo bitch
I ain't cocky, I'm confident
So I don't really need no compliments
Million dollar deals, that's common sense
I might let a major label be a part of this
I had one shot, went hard for this
Went to war and got scars for this
Shootouts in all of my Slauson tip
So shout out to all of my accomplishments
N***a, real jewelry no starter kit
Corporate cards that I'm shoppin' with
Type of broads that I'm spotted with
Type of respect only bosses get
N***a want a verse, well I'ma charge a grip
'Less you a n***a that I started with
'Less you a n***a that's a part of this
California love, look I'm the heart of this
I got the realest flow, I say the hardest shit
No co-signs, do the smartest bids
Started from the bottom, I ain't borrow shit
Self-made young n***a like Ross and 'em
And I got the six, got yo bitch
I ain't cocky I'm confident
You won't stop me, I'm competent
So I don't really need no compliments
Million dollar deals, that's common sense
I might let a major label be a part of this, n***a
Be a part of this, if not fuck y'all, give me all my chips
Oh I'm gone keep gettin' cash, I'm gone fuck these hoes later
Takin' care of my fam, 'cause all the money don't make us
Smilin all on you n***as, shinin' like I'm Las Vegas
Next time I see Mitch Booker, I'ma say a prayer for my haters
I'm gon' keep gettin' cash, I'ma fuck you hoes later
Takin' care of my fam, 'cause all the money don't make us
Smilin' all on you n***as, shinin' like I'm Las Vegas
Next time you in church, say a prayer for yo haters