[Intro: Bryson Tiller]
Simple ass beat for you simple ass n***as
Tiller

[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller]
Louisville Slugger with the hits (Ayy)
Knock 'em out the park then I'm knockin' down your bitch (Home run)
I don't got a hublot on my wrist
Shawty, I would rather see you blowin' on my dick
Look, look at my pockets, what's in 'em? (What's in 'em)
I'm gettin' guap in my denims (My denims)
I need some kind of incentive (Ay)
Tell that pussy a million fuckin' dollars in the minimum
I'm killin' 'em and I am not a regular n***a (Your n***a)
Dick game have you upset wit'cho n***a (Hey, fuck your n***a)
I see him out here straight flexin' in the rental (In the rental)
I know we all see 'em but you better repent 'em (You better repent 'em)
Bitch, I'm goin' in, n***a like dinner (Ayy)
Get it while it's hot, n***a, not like dinner (Ayy)
Out here in the streets, I ain't got a pot to piss in
I ain't got a lot of spendin' money, n***a, this rent money (Real)
Gotta laugh sometimes, man, the shit funny
I know what the future holds, n***a, that's big money (That's big money)
I ain't tellin' you my story just for sympathy
I'm just tellin' you, n***a, don't shit come easy
Me and my n***as tryna make history
Fly out to Italy then put out the fire consistently (Ayy, ayy)
N***a, since 2011, it's been armageddon, I been gettin' spins (Ayy)
My better designer is a belt with a whole lotta wins (No L's)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
What's up?
N***as laughed at me like I ain't-I ain't-I ain't gon' come up
But I knew I would have the last laugh
I mean, all a n***a wanted to do was stack cash
They ain't really expect a n***a to do it that fast
N***a, that just how it go when you want it that bad
That's just how it go when you want it that bad

[Interlude: Muhammad Ali]
I'm young, I'm handsome, I'm fast, I'm pretty
It can't possibly be me
And I'm better now than I was
I'm experienced now, professional
It is the fitting that I leave the game just like I came in

[Verse 2: Buffalo Stille]
Stille
Platinum and gold all the records I sold (Plaques)
Talkin' plaques to the ceiling
Nappy been off for a minute just plottin' and buildin' (We back)
Now we back in the buildin'
Probably been out on the road for a decade or so
You could say that we winnin'
Yeah, I put on for my city
My O.G. top bully would tell you, "Boy, quit actin' silly"
Grippin' on my Louisville Slugger and I'm spittin'
Pointin' at the upper deck right before I hit it
Hit it out the park like Aaron Rodriguez
Not Aaron Hernandez, but a certified killer, ask Tiller
Now they hatin' on me and my n***a
But they was singin' our shit when they was little
Only if they would admit it
N***a, we made it, we did it
N***as gon' hate 'cause they didn't (Whoo)
Still chasin' that Monterrey
I ain't had a job since I was like my oldest daughter age (My daughter age)
K-Y Buffalo, you should probably follow me, I say this in all modesty
You ain't do the Rock & Roll hall of fame
You don't got your own holiday
You ain't rock the Apollo stage
Or tour a lot of dates in Colorado state
With models on that molly while they wait
Swallowin' bottles of Tres, how could you hardly relate?
Huh? I'll wait
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
What's up?
N***as laughed at me like I ain't-I ain't-I ain't gon' come up
But I knew I would have the last laugh
I mean, all a n***a wanted to do was stack cash
They ain't really expect a n***a to do it that fast
N***a, that just how it go when you want it that bad
That's just how it go when you want it that bad

[Break: Buffalo Stille]
And I know a little [?], [?] had my little first taste
It's like I want it even more now, like I never had it in the first place

[Outro: Bryson Tiller & Buffalo Stille]
Young n***a goin' straight to the money
Young n***a goin' straight to the money
Turn up
Hustle from sun down to sun up (Woo)
That's how you come up (That's how you come up)
Young n***a goin' straight to the money
Young n***a goin' straight to the money
Turn up
Hustle from sun down to sun up (Woo)
That's how you come up (That's how you come up)
Young n***a goin' straight to the money
Young n***a goin' straight to the money
Turn up
Hustle from sun down to sun up (Woo)
That's how you come up (That's how you come up)
Young n***a goin' straight to the money
Young n***a goin' straight to the money