[Intro]
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
These n***as like to hate, that's why I play it safe
Say, "What's today's date?" Bitch I don't know, I sell weight
Feel like every day's my birthday 'cause bitch, I get cake
Damn near felt like an earthquake, our opp just got erased
Natural born killer, that n***a 'bout his business
I gotta ask for forgiveness, ain't talk to God in a minute
And if my n***as want ransom, then you better hope they get it
I'm screamin' "Fuck cancer!" I hope my granny keep livin'
My son gon' be a king and he won't see the shit I've seen
I'll talk to him, and tell him he can be whatever he dream
'Cause dada had a dream, just like Martin Luther King
Now I’m all across the U.S.A., on n***as TV screens

[Chorus]
I just got some new ice now, and I feel a lil' cooler
I got me some new hoes now, and I feel a lil' smoother
Send them glizzies to your block, like fuck your lil' shooter
Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lil' moolah
You know I keep it G, so don't ask me 'bout no ho
She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong in Vogue
And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O
Yeah, I'ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til it's time to go
[Verse 2]
I feel like I'm blessed, ayy, I feel like the best
I just got an AK, yeah, I feel like Malcolm X
Fucked in my Adidas, only thing I dream about is sex
We fucked inside my Maybach, yeah, I pulled up by her place
And they call me the realest n***a, if you didn't know
It's Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, my name hold weight just like gold
And we can off your children if you motherfuckin' troll
I just want a billion, that's my long-term goal
You say you gettin' money, well, I'm really gettin' money
Remember I was poor, I used to look at Mr. Drummond
We not in competition, I just keep on shittin' on 'em
Fuck what a hater thinkin', I'm a real big homie

[Chorus]
I just got some new ice now, and I feel a lil' cooler
I got me some new hoes now, and I feel a lil' smoother
Send them glizzies to your block, like fuck your lil' shooter
Big money, shit, bitch, fuck your lil' moolah
You know I keep it G, so don't ask me 'bout no ho
She belong to the streets, but my bitch belong in Vogue
And, yeah, I came from nothin', my favorite number double O
Yeah, I'ma keep thuggin', baby, 'til it's time to go

[Outro]
By the time I'm 16, I'm gonna have a Lambo, and a Ferrari, and a Bugatti
All these cars that swerve and go fast