[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]
I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
I was just tryna get some money
I ain't trusting nobody but my mother
[?]
Tryna make something
Tryna take something, I'm dumping
40 keys of Yay and I run it
Numbers up, money
[?]
[?] made a hundred
Splerjing [?]
[?]
[?] catch a case from me
Pussy ass n***as, you ain't talking bout nothing
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make me something

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Rich Homie!
Tryna make something, but I [?] nothing
Came a long way
[?] at the corner store, but you know [?]
[?] don't play
Stupid n***a, shoot you in the face
I ain't losing [?] what you take
I'm riding [?] new car n***a
These motherfucking doors [?] n***a
I ain't ever had a charger on dodge, n***a
I don't like bitches [?] n***a
[?] everytime [?] baby mama
I'm underground, hiding out like Osama n***a
I'm from Atlanta, got a thousand n***as coming with me
Me and TIP
[?] buck n***a
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
You n***as incompatable
Turn acrobactic when I start flipping
[?] magical
[?] radical
[?] Imma spit these bars like bullits when I batter you
Y'all n***as [?]
I know how to eat beef, make a hundred thousand [?] on the avinu
[?]
[?] I promis you gon lose [?]
Smash you, blast you
Steady [?]
[?] like a cashoo
[?] Glock rest
Sneak up on your ass in the grass like a copperhead
Off white drop head
[?] me and Rich Homie Quan [?]
Me and TIP [?]
[?] Coope, and I take something
[?] I'm tryna make something

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]
I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
I was just tryna get some money
I ain't trusting nobody but my mother
[?]
Tryna make something
Tryna take something, I'm dumping
40 keys of Yay and I run it
Numbers up, money
[?]
[?] made a hundred
Splerjing [?]
[?]
[?] catch a case from me
Pussy ass n***as, you ain't talking bout nothing
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make me something
[Verse 3: Spodee]
N***a came from the block
Played in the game with the rocks
Stay with cocaine [?]
Stay with the Glock
Shine without the chain and the watch
Get wrong [?] talk
How I bang at the cops
Bitches [?]
[?] covers
[?] if a n***a out of order
I hit him [?] go across the water
[?] quarter
[?] Coopes with the droptop quarter
Block still moving with the cops on the corner
I still sell a bag of dope to feed my daughter
Everything available, I'll show you how to order
13, hustled for a pare of Jordans
[?]
[?] try me, and Imma rock [?]

[Verse 4: Shad Da God]
Bitch probably drown in that water
We came up long way from quarters
Why you just can't get a whole thing?
I broke your skail with my order
I was just tryna get a bankroll and a Bentley [?] motherfucker
I was tought to never trust a bitch or a n***a
[?]
[?] hustle
Everytime I bust you
[?] having no muscle
I ain't get the money that easy, I had to tussle
[?] be with the chopper [?]
I sware to god I started with a [?]
[?]
I had a compact Ruger [?]
We got the money running
[?]
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]
I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
I was just tryna get some money
I ain't trusting nobody but my mother
[?]
Tryna make something
Tryna take something, I'm dumping
40 keys of Yay and I run it
Numbers up, money
[?]
[?] made a hundred
Splerjing [?]
[?]
[?] catch a case from me
Pussy ass n***as, you ain't talking bout nothing
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make me something