[Intro]
(Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
Real Murda Worth shit, bitch, ayy, huh
Huh, young n***a gettin' money on camera, n***a
Feel like Adin Ross, uh (Like Adin Ross)
Every time my momma got paid
She used to take us to Ross (Take us to Ross, n***a)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, I'm clean, n***a
She wanna fuck, let me beat (Bitch)
Clear out the scene n***a
Big ass truck, fuck up the streets (Rrr-rrr)
Roll up the weed, n***a
Roll the window down, don't fuck up the seats
Get me a Glock mag, fuck a lil' ProMag
N***as gon' fuck up the G23

[Verse 1]
30 gon' sneak up and Lil' Dee creep
MP5 be bangin' like MP3
I don't get enough props when I shoot the Glock
Bitch, I feel like CP3 (Bi–)
I don't get enough props when I took his thot (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)
N***a, I just saved his life
I don't gеt enough props, gettin' guap
Laugh to the bank likе Chris Rock
[Chorus]
I don't get enough props
Young n***a, I know myself a boss (Bitch)
Fucked the bag up just to cut the cost
Quit the lean like Adin Ross (Bitch)
She ride me like a Motocross
Many n***as in your yard built like Rick Ross
Young n***as in the dark, they'll let it spark (Rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr)

[Refrain]
Fucked the bag up, just to cut the cost
Quit the lean like Adin Ross (N***a)
Young n***a, gettin' money on camera
I feel like Adin Ross (Bitch)
Every time my momma got paid
Used to take a n***a straight Ross (Bitch, n***a)
Creep up through your bush, hide outside his house
Everything he feel is hot

[Bridge]
N***a, hot n***a (Rrr-rrr-rrr; ayy, I love you, baby)
What you on? What you on? (Was tryna say, ayy)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr; ayy)
What you on? What you on? (I love you, baby, hey)
I'ma just stick with a Glock (Rrr-rrr-rrr; you know I'm gettin' money)
A Glock, what you on? What you on? (Ayy, fuck these n***as, I'm turnt up)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr)
What you on, n***a? (Bitch; you know why I go through the most)
What you on? (Bitch; but I'm pushin' through that shit)
What you on, n***a?
[Verse 2]
Young n***a, gettin' money on camera
I feel like Adin Ross (Bitch, n***a)
Young n***a make 'em fuck up his stamina
Get to shootin' up the block (Block)
Bad bitch, let me fuck her on camera
I'll never cuff the thot (Thot, n***a)
Young n***a, pistol on the Greyhound
I never take the dot (N***a; bitch)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, I'm clean, n***a
She wanna fuck, let me beat (Bitch)
Clear out the scene, n***a
Big ass truck, fuck up the streets (Rrr-rrr)
Roll up the weed, n***a
Roll the window down, don't fuck up the seats
Get me a Glock mag, fuck a lil' ProMag
N***as gon' fuck up the G23 (Bi–)

[Chorus]
I don't get enough props
Young n***a, I know myself a boss (Bitch)
Fucked the bag up just to cut the cost
Quit the lean like Adin Ross (Bitch)
She ride me like a Motocross
Many n***as in your yard built like Rick Ross
Young n***as in the dark, they'll let it spark (N***a, n***a)
[Outro]
(Rrr-rrr-rrr; ayy, I love you, baby)
What you on? What you on? (Was tryna say, ayy)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr; ayy)
What you on? What you on? (I love you, baby, hey)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr; you know I'm gettin' money)
What you on? What you on? (Ayy, fuck these n***as, I'm turnt up)
(Rrr-rrr-rrr)
What you on? (Bitch; you know why I go through the most)
(Bitch; but I'm pushin' through that shit)
Let's go