[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Watch the money [?] to me
And do a n***a like I never knew him
Tall grass, and the world changed
I know it's hell, but I got used to it
[?] really got my bag up
I been tired of being [?]
Don't really love me [?]
[?] you asked [?]

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
It's Philthy, n***a
You caught a body in my city, then you got a trophy
You rap about it when you see me, then you gotta show me
She tryna fuck me with no condem, but she [?]
I looked that bitch up in the face, and asked her "Is you serious?"
Corona fucking up my money, canceled five shows
Fagget bitches acting funny, [?] hoes
She sucking dick while I'm watching First 48
The first 60 pees, made the other 40 late
Me and Pu racing Bentleys and Lamb trucks
In the desert, fucking new red bottoms up
If you move to Hollywood, then you's a fake n***a
But the hood ain't dead, [?] take away my n***as

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Watch the money [?] to me
And do a n***a like I never knew him
Tall grass, and the world changed
I know it's hell, but I got used to it
[?] really got my bag up
I been tired of being [?]
Don't really love me [?]
[?] you asked [?]
[Verse 2 ?]
What you know 'bout getting paper, n***a?
I've been chasing since a younging
Remember when I was broke, I copped a zip and started hustling
Really on the block, I seen some shit, but won't say nothing
I done seen a couple thousand, tryna stack it to a hundred
Phil called me in a Lamb, fishtailing like it's nothing
This some thousands on my neck, you hear it clanking when I'm coming
Vlone hoodie, sending packs across the country
You left when I was down, so don't be talking 'bout you love me
Fuck people, it ain't 'bout money, it's erelivant
Smoking backwoods that be fatter than the elephant
Everything I wear is real expencive, I dress elegant
Baby pussy good, A Plus, her head was exalent

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Watch the money [?] to me
And do a n***a like I never knew him
Tall grass, and the world changed
I know it's hell, but I got used to it
[?] really got my bag up
I been tired of being [?]
Don't really love me [?]
[?] you asked [?]

[Verse 3 ?]
On the block with them killers, we just plottin on a milli
Gotta keep it on my hip, so these n***as won't kill me
I done lost so many real ones, I can't let n***as steal me
But if them n***as take me, bet I'm taking three out with me
And if we catch an opp, best believe we gon' stretch him
Man, that n***a took my brother, I can't wait til we catch him
That n***a couldn't get right, it's only right that I left him
Younging, he just want a bag, he praying that the lord bless him
It ain't no love in the streets
We leave slugs in the street
We leave blood in the street
Yeah
Got shooters hopping out of jeaps, and bitch, they hop out on feet
They tryna leave your ass Deceased, n***a
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Watch the money [?] to me
And do a n***a like I never knew him
Tall grass, and the world changed
I know it's hell, but I got used to it
[?] really got my bag up
I been tired of being [?]
Don't really love me [?]
[?] you asked [?]