(Yeah, yeah, aye, yeah yeah yeah)

[Hook]
Doing my thing, getting these bands, I don’t even have a plan
What I’m smoking Peter Pan, hey, cause I’m never gonna land
I put the Glock to your mans, hey, then I rob him for his shit
That bitch cannot get a chance, yeah, I don’t do that love shit
Shoutout to all of my fans, yeah, they be fucking with my shit
And we be coming with hammers try to rob me and I’m shooting your head

[Verse]
Money counter it be counting the bread
I know I’m being watched by the feds
Getting the money I can’t have no rest
Kicks on my feet they cost your rent
He said I won’t pull up I said bet
So I pulled up on him with some sticks
That boy goofy he don’t want no problem
We can shoot it out boy we ain’t talking
Daily pull up with the glick and start sparking
5 grams in the Russian cream I spark it
Too much money can’t fit it in a wallet
Too much money I can’t even fold it
Smoking on gorilla glue I can’t focus
Make that boy disappear hocus pocus
Like Facebook boy you can get poked
No BBs hollow tips in the pole
No qualitest this wock what I pour
No 26 this 30 what I tote
Glock 30 almost 30 what it hold
If you try and rob me ima put it to your throat
Shooters got good aim bullet to his dome
If he won’t come outside then we shoot up his home
When you speak to me better watch your tone
Bitch I’m busy don’t hit my phone
Don’t text me either bitch leave me alone
Smoke a wood smoke it to the dome
She say she love to smoke to my song
She say she wanna fuck all night long
Hey, smoking gelato
Balling like I hit the lotto
Getting money that’s my motto
Ant sippin out the bottle
[Hook]
Doing my thing getting these bands I don’t even have a plan
What I’m smoking Peter Pan hey cause I’m never gonna land
I put the Glock to your mans hey then I rob him for his shit
That bitch cannot get a chance yeah I don’t do that love shit
Shoutout to all of my fans yeah they be fucking with my shit
And we be coming with hammers try to rob me and I’m shooting your head