[Intro: G.T.]
I feel it, n***as' energy, they sick and they can't take it
They liked me better when I was fucked up, trappin' in the vacant
Damn, real
Ayy, yeah

[Chorus: G.T.]
These n***as sick (Let's go), I can feel it in they energy
I got so much fuckin' jewelry on, feel like it's ten of me (Feel like it's ten of me)
N***as get to talkin' 'bout they money, that shit killin' me
It's crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies

[Verse 1: G.T.]
I'm lit up like a Christmas tree, clothes came from Italy
I hit her, now she history, I blocked her, she can't mention me (Come on)
You lookin' for G.T., I'm where the Rovers, Benz, and Bentley be (Skrrt)
I pulled up in a Maybach, my bitch pulled up in B&G
Quit with all that muggin' 'cause we quick to get it poppin'
Pockets stuffed like Christmas stockings, watch me take off like a rocket (Yoom)
I always see you in the club, not at the bank, make a deposit (I don't)
We walked in, n***as got quiet, we treat beef like Red Robin
Amiri to the floor, I remember it was Robin
And all my best friends either killers or the robbers
We got that shit from our pops and uncles, bitch, we got it honest
I made two hundred bands in my Top Tens like YB Oddy
[Chorus: G.T.]
These n***as sick (Young boys, n***a), I can feel it in they energy
I got so much fuckin' jewelry on, feel like it's ten of me (For real, ayy)
N***as get to talkin' 'bout they money, that shit killin' me
It's crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies

[Verse 2: G.T.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, n***a, ayy, n***a, we gettin' money, blow it, fuck it
N***a, I got three prezis, today I wore the white one, I Trumped it
We get bands like we walk around with a trumpet
And if you ever see me with a rat, bitch, you know she stuffin'
If rap fail, I'm on the first one back to Kentucky
Told them boys I'm only fuckin' with bully, I don't want no more husky
Rose gold (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah), you know she blushin'
Bitch, I move the bag with my feet up, I don't do no rushin'
You hear that sound? That's n***as' Rollie tickin', they do too much frontin'
For that chicken, n***as go the distance, gun you down in public
Save your money, boy, don't be no dummy and crash out
That's probably why these n***as always bluffin', heard they ass out

[Chorus: G.T.]
These n***as sick (Yeah), I can feel it in they energy (Feel it)
I got so much fuckin' jewelry on, feel like it's ten of me (Feel like it's ten of me)
N***as get to talkin' 'bout they money, that shit killin' me
It's crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies
These n***as sick (N***as sick, n***a), I can feel it in they energy (Yeah, feel it)
I got so much fuckin' jewelry on, feel like it's ten of me (Feel like it's ten of me)
N***as get to talkin' 'bout they money, that shit killin' me
It's crazy how that money made my friends turn to enemies (FlyGod)
[Outro: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, doo-doo
How the fuck you got more money than your big homie, n***a?
Fuck you got more money than your big homie, n***a?
That shit don't fuckin' add up (Uh-uh)
I been gettin' money since the '90s (Yeah)
Two bids later, came home richer than all you fuck n***as (Yeah)
When BMF was poppin' bottles, I was poppin' bottles, n***a
I don't give a fuck, listen
Yeah
You can hate all you want, I'm readin' them comments from a PJ, though, n***a
Fuck y'all n***as, man, fuck y'all n***as
I eat shit, drink shit y'all n***as'll never taste
That Buffalo to Detroit shit, n***a
Ah