(Verse 1)
Stack money up by the feet
Hustle err-day of the week
My money talk don't need to speak
Don't run up kuz we be to deep
Hustle 25/8 don't need sleep
I'm balling hard fuck being cheap
Kuz when I die this money I can't keep
I'm guerrilla mobbing till I'm 6 feet deep... (You n***as weak)
I be going hard no valtrex
I'm just a young n***a out chea hustlin getting checks
That's why what I wear cause me a couple checks
Finesse Game, RetroSuperFuture Frame,haters try to copy mane, but you will never do it like me lame
We are not the same
Real n***a I'm out chea
Fake n***as brag that they out chea but not chea
I'm racked up no bank card, n***as flexing they ain't hard, when it comes to ballin I'm number 1...like a point guard

(Hook)
They ain't fucking with my pimping
Triple Cup How I'm sipping
This blunt is what I'm gripping
This money what I'm flipping
These hater bitches choosing
So them the n***as losing
They mad kuz I'm sacked up and im stunting When I'm crusing
Kuz it's go hard or go home (2x)
(Verse 2)
I came in the game
I built my own lane
I refuse to sound the same
As these lame ass n***as mane
Kuz We In there, No invites
Im 2 original, no sound bytes
Im too high don't take flights
Bars so sick u gotta hear twice
I spit ice
Tell em I'm just mobbing on the mic doe
That's why I got yo bitch blowing on my mic doe
Kuz ima young n***a running shit
Louie belt to match my fit
Guerrilla Mob that be the click
I wear the crown just like a Vic
Blowing on a Vick of that 93 diesel gas pack
Can't talk to me unless u tell me where the cash at
Ima at hustlers at heart, so goin hard is natural
Product of the hood so everything I spit is factual

(Hook)