[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
(Let the beat ride out, Ju)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, tryna get my dollars up
Sis don't want that G-Wagen, she want that Brabus truck
Just because a n***a poppin', they all poppin' up
Bad bitch, she gon' let me hit because I'm popular
I got lemonade like I'm Don Toliver
We got fifty A's just in case the drama come
This bitch say she want a Birkin, ain't buy my mama one
'Member I used to want a Mercedes, I went and bought me one

[Verse 1]
I could tell a n***a goofy, you'll give your mama up
Man, these n***as like some lil' girls, should call 'em Powerpuffs
N***as claimin' we the same, bae, them n***as not with us
Think I got into a brawl, every pocket knotted up
I want plain jane, grown-man Rollie
I was makin' money fast, but I counted slowly
Bro, you ask too many questions, soundin' like the police
Baby, you just know my song, you don't really know me
Too many phonies, impostors, I'm sick, I need doctor
At the concert, brodie backstage with that chopper
Better calm down, he make you kickflip just like soccer
Think my head gone, I'm not all the way there, I need counsel
Ain't no rap song, I really did it for real, sleep on couches
Came from hand-me-downs and now it's five bands on my outfit
From that bottom, I came up to this, they still doubt me
I'm a taxpayer, I had to send the wire to my accountant
[Chorus]
Yeah, tryna get my dollars up
Sis don't want that G-Wagen, she want that Brabus truck
Just because a n***a poppin', they all poppin' up
Bad bitch, she gon' let me hit because I'm popular
I got lemonade like I'm Don Toliver
We got fifty A's just in case the drama come
This bitch say she want a Birkin, ain't buy my mama one
'Member I used to want a Mercedes, I went and bought me one

[Verse 2]
Always have good intentions, I believe in karma
Diamonds on, I'm from the trenches, I hold my arm up
The whole block parked with Benzes, paid in full like Harlem
I been betrayed by so many, I got my guard up
I ain't never need no one, get it by my lonely
Yeah, we still believe in violence, just don't promote it
Can't let nobody sit behind me, I question motives
We keep that heat like Pat Riley, this shit'll be over
We like Rollies and Cubans, pockets fat like Rasputia
That shit over, you tryna find love, ain't no Cupid
I'm a lion, I'm tryna raise my cubs like I'm Lucious
I been grindin', I feel like Jay-Z, this my blueprint
Is you ridin'? Is you gon' bring me down or gon' boost me?
They be watchin', I know hatin', clockin' all my moves
This that 8-ball, side pocket, boy, I keep pool sticks
These is GIA-certified, miss me with that fu' shit
[Chorus]
Yeah, tryna get my dollars up
Sis don't want that G-Wagen, she want that Brabus truck
Just because a n***a poppin', they all poppin' up
Bad bitch, she gon' let me hit because I'm popular
I got lemonade like I'm Don Toliver
We got fifty A's just in case the drama come
This bitch say she want a Birkin, ain't buy my mama one
'Member I used to want a Mercedes, I went and bought me one