[verse 1]
I remember like right before Christmas
All our equipment evicted
Sittin' on the side of the curb
Never did occur what we doin' in the first place
Worst case i'ma end in the gutter
If you never been in trouble then you never made no money
If you never made no money you probably ain't fuckin' with me
If you ain't fuckin' with me i suggest you don't push
Cause i'm on my game
Or so my girls are sayin'
If shes Beyoncé i'm like Kanye
College drop out days

[pre Chorus]
All these haters got a lot to say
"Yo man where you cop them jays"
See me coming from a block away
Pop pop pop, bitch i want my pay

[Chorus]
Said we got it poppin'
We do this every day
So sick of counting my blessings
So let me count up this bread
I'm talking all of my people
I'm talking all of my friends
I'm talking all of the haters
Just tryna take it away
[verse 2]
[?] Long Island man
They know me round the way
Spend my days in Cali'
Now they know me in LA
I'm talking all the way to Inglewood, San Francisco bay
Roll up to Miami rolling weed up on the way
And then I fly out to Jamaica
Mr [?] on the beat

Said, wind your wind your feet
Wi-wind your wind your feet
Wind your wind your wind your wind your wind your feet
Wind your wind your wind your wind your wind your feet
Wi- wi-

Never thought it wouldn't happen man
I been grindin' with no backup plan
Did a little bit of college
Got a little bit of knowledge
Yeah, did it from the bottom now we're here
Yeah, bring another bottle over here
Yeah, you don't want a problem with my peers
Nah, bitch i don't really care
Grow my hair like Richard Branson
Don't get caught up in the banter
Cause that shit is unsubstantial
Focused on expansion to FBA international
Hold up
[pre Chorus]
All these haters got a lot to say
"Yo man where you cop them jays"
See me coming from a block away
Pop pop pop, bitch i want my pay

[Chorus]
Said we got it poppin'
We do this every day
So sick of counting my blessings
So let me count up this bread
I'm talking all of my people
I'm talking all of my friends
I'm talking all of the haters
Just tryna take it away

[verse 3]
Spent some nights in Brooklyn
Spreading love the Brooklyn way
Like ATL in august I get hotter everyday
And when i'm riding round Seattle or [?] bay
If i end up in shark town probably die the same way
And then I fly out to Jamaica
Mr [?] on the beat

Said, wind your wind your feet
Wi-wind your wind your feet
Wind your wind your wind your wind your wind your feet
Wind your wind your wind your wind your wind your feet
Wi- wind your wind your wind your wind your wind your wind your feet
Wi- wi- wind your wind your wind your wind your feet
Wind your wind your wind your feet
Wind your wind your wind your wind your wind your feet
[Chorus]
We got it poppin'
We do this every day
So sick of counting my blessings
So let me count up this bread
I'm talking all of my people
I'm talking all of my friends
I'm talking all of the haters
Just tryna take it away

[outro]
I remember like right before Christmas
All our equipment evicted
Sittin' on the side of the curb
Never did occur what we doin' in the first place
Worst case i'ma end in the gutter
If you never been in trouble then you never made no money
If you never made no money you probably ain't fuckin' with me
If you ain't fuckin' with me i suggest you don't push