[Intro]
CJ Beatz

[Chorus]
I'm not patient, this fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me
You buy the designer but I know you n***as ain’t flyer than me
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50, you know how I’m tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these n***as ain’t robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it so we had to air that bitch back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger, I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach

[Verse 1]
Chase the bag and the Louis V’s, I ain’t gotta buy Supreme
Ask lil' shawty "Is you rolling, baby," 'cause I'm 'bout to buy the bean
And I gotta get this package off, uncle gotta buy the piece
Can’t nobody do it better, Louis V sweater, Prada by the jeans
Got two thousand and we made it double, my n***as had to invest
You ain’t got the dodie, I give my man fifty, get hollows ripping through your chest
We been trappin' for couple months, I made a hundred thousand on the road
Racks bustin' out the Balmain's, I just make it, count it, then I fold
Got them Christian Louboutins on I just say that I'm feeling like Jesus
And I got a couple cars on me, we was traveling and making them visas
F&N gon' try his vest, call the choppa Lil' Ceaser
I move my family right outta the hood, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm not patient, this fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me
You buy the designer but I know you n***as ain’t flyer than me
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50, you know how I’m tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these n***as ain’t robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it so we had to air that bitch back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger, I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach

[Verse 2]
No more Faygo with the lean, baby, I just drink it out the bottle
Why you openin' your jeans, baby, I just want a little swallow
And she fucking with a n***a 'cause I got the Roley cracking in the Tahoe
Keep a 9 like Rondo, tryna run it out with Dambo
If that n***a try to talk about it on the Motorola he the Five-O
My main bitch say she bout to get her face tatted like the fine ho
Came from eating ramen dawg, now I’m on a boat
My uncle Marley tried to run it up, the police shot him in the throat
Young n***a on the boulevard I was running with the vets
'Member I had to go get me a TEC, now I keep a Patek
And you can’t be hood rich if you ain’t fucking up a check
Y'all n***as ain’t hood rich if you ain’t fucking up a check

[Chorus]
I'm not patient, this fast lotta blue faces gon fly to me
You buy the designer but I know you n***as ain’t flyer than me
I’m feeling like Floyd, 50, and you know how I’m tryna be
Mask on, mask off, these n***as ain’t robbing me
They killed my dawg and I can’t believe it so we had to air that bitch back
I seen the walls so if I had to keep it we had to run up the sacks
I swear my drawers Tommy Hilfiger, I had to order the safe
And my pocket stay fat, pull up in a Maybach