Yo, yo, uh, yo, uh, uh, yo, wrist cost me a couple gram less than a kilo
Still got pounds in the attic straight from my migo
Billy do but when I wear Raph it's the Ozweegos
My bitch, she always in the feelins but she a G though
You can tell I'm all 'bout a bag, it's just my steelo
N***as be talkin' plug numbers, we're just a P though
I'm 'bout that big money shit, that's just my ego
And I been heavy in the gym, I'm on my Deebo
Grimy n***a do you dirty over them C-notes (That money, n***a)
Free my n***a Duffel Bag Hottie and free Sizz though (Sizz though)
These n***as think they gettin' money never felt cake
And they think they star players but they dead weight
How you rich and still puttin' bricks on lay-away (Hahahahaha)
I never cuff I handle bitches the play away
Give her dick, and I tell a bitch to stay away (Stay away)
You a trick, you pay a bitch to stay away (Hahahaha)
Probably hoes that I'm fuckin' on anyway
She ain't got no goals, don't give a fuck about her anyway (Why would I, n***a?)
Hand to hand, I sold dope the Jenny way
We was always hangin' outside, they went a different way
Yo, my n***a we was always hangin' outside, they went a different way
Uh, yo, they went a different way
We was known for lettin' off nines and lettin' n***as pay

Chorus x2:
You think you got a bag, you got a little cash
I break it down fast then I'm back on the ave
You ain't fuckin' with me, n***a
No, I swear you ain't fuckin' with me, n***a
Uh, yo, you got a little trap but it don't get no cash
I'm always out first then I take it in last
You ain't hustle like me, n***a
No, I swear you ain't hustle like me, n***a
Yo, I never go back so I keep me a bag
'Cause I ain't ever have all the shit that I have
You ain't struggle like me, n***a
Uh, no, I swear you ain't struggle like me, n***a