(Intro)
The amount of money im gonna be making would hurt your parents feelings
You remember the class when i taught you all how to make it rain
Thats what im gonna be doing every single night

(Verse)
Close them windows
Or i gotta drive with tints
Coz i keep smoke and indo
Can't even trust these chicks
Hood rats they giving out info
So i just mind my bizz
And you know that i keep me a bimbo
Trap with a sharp one like sinbag
Coz i rap on tracks but i sin tho
The manna dont even make good music
But its mad how the boys just sing tho
2 packs up in the bando
Can't go home till this thing go
Remember had cats from spain
Dem man used to call me gringo
N***as like me do road
You never gonna find me at home
You can put them on a X-Ray
You never gonna find no backbone
I can sleep with the trees in the house
But never did I bring my crack home
Now my emails jumping
Inbox coming like a crack phone
We just been playing with slacks
You ain't no nothing bout saxos
2 litre no tax
Just stylin pattern on the backroad
My girl shaped like a bottle of cola
The old types thats tropical rythems
Round here ain't nothing but dingers, pipes, rackers, hate and dinners
Everything i do just extra
Inside or lecta
These boots made by kanye
These air max made by skepta
Lifestyle mac 10s and diamonds
Really dont see no pressure
Stepped in here like a mannequin
Really didn't see no fresher
I missed petro with ting
Im in a 2 seater with tings
This girls in cling
Now im at a round table with kings
N***as really dont wanna swing
You dont wanna see trilly in the ding
Thats nothin but load and ling
2 tap and your head top fling