[Hook]
I got my money up
Bitches try to suck me up
My homies busy runnin' up
To hit your house, I’ll sum it up

Bout to shoot you up with that 9
Tryna be 50, rich or die tryin'
You gon rest, I’ll tell you good night
Take that bitch, now sucka she mine

[Verse 1]

I got this shit on lock
Off the dome I call the shots
Don’t need not one y’all thots
Unless you all gon crop a top
LoneMoon that astronaut
No G, I float, don’t fall a lot
I don’t fall a lot but if you keep talkin your head gon drop

[Verse 2]
I’m technical
My brain a hip hop receptacle
That’s why I’m incredible
That’s why I’m out testin hoes
And you less then, hoe
I’m bouta teach you a lesson hoe
You italian like the dressing, hoe
Sorry. That ain’t professional

[Verse 3]
Oh shit, gota pistol whip, like an acid hit, i’m passionate, ain’t ask for shit, bro you last in this, aye aye, you lackin this, 2016 I’m a graduate, bullseye on this cuz I’m accurate
Man I’m crashin, bitch