[Verse 1, Coogie]
Like Rocky, tried to relax only to get peso
Ran too much it untangled, lacing up again
Shout out BG, Nike getting delivered to my feet
Goddess of victory, workflow is fierce

We making moves, we never dilly-dally
Too selfish, so I hate losing
Got mouths to feed, taking care of them. What kind of singer-songwriter is that
When I see the things they’re doing, I can’t help but laugh

Bend it like Beckham
Start the engine up, exhaust sounds
I got this far, with no family backing
Why are they always doubtful of me? Why is it that all they do is cough?
I’m just going to sit with my hands behind my back, if you don’t wanna bеlieve me thеn don’t

If you don’t want to get hurt, take a step back hum hum
If they run into me, they all run away hum hum
Increasing the price, hitting the roof, my nametag hum hum
Just a few years ago, I was a backpack kid
I ran, without rest, advancing overseas
Constantly, continuously
We making moves, we never dilly-dally
Too selfish, so I hate losing
[Chorus]
Eyes turn, smiling widely when I see money
It’s okay, it isn’t not it 112
Blow the pipe, come along, in the back peeleelee
Once it’s all done, it comes, the backlog

Eyes turn, smiling widely when I see money
It’s okay, it isn’t not it 112
Blow the pipe, come along, in the back peeleelee
Once it’s all done, it comes, the backlog

[Verse 2, lilBOI]
They’re rising, the corner of my mouth
Before I know it, my properties growing widerr
Running again, I’m 0 to 100 gettin’ bigger
Nobody can see us
Now levitate, in no time
Immersed, in my studio
In just a day, in the streets it’s on air
Monday to Saturday
I’m maintaining this income
Without committing crimes. We say:
We like it all the way

Manners maketh man
You might say so but
We’ve never learned that before
Wrapping 1k of ice around our necks
Catch a fever
Omen it’s about to rain
Need an umbrella
Move, diligently
If you’re out of breath, roll your head
Pretty girls
Sendin' dirty pictures for me
Still not interested
But when I pick up my phone to talk about work
Go tell them, fuck ye I’m ready to dance
Getting work
Even at
30, still can’t fix
This habit, think I’m ill
Somebody may stare as if
I’m not in my right mind
My growing bank balance
Thank God I'm sober

[Chorus]
Eyes turn, smiling widely when I see money
It’s okay, it isn’t not it 112
Blow the pipe, come along, in the back peeleelee
Once it’s all done, it comes, the backlog

Eyes turn, smiling widely when I see money
It’s okay, it isn’t not it 112
Blow the pipe, come along, in the back peeleelee
Once it’s all done, it comes, the backlog