[Intro]
Yeah, I'm going hard, yeah
They  say I'm going far, yeah
With  different foreign cars, uh
I'm tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, oh
It's  hard to be a star
Up  in the booth, not a bar
Kinda livin' large
You  know I'm crazy right now, man
I'm fucking with my head
Uhhh-ohhh

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh
We  get turnt up, I couldn't remember, yeah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these n***as understand us
Got Belmont boys, these n***as don't want no cancer
And they don't give a fuck about a camera, yeah, yeah
And why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these n***as kind of nervous
And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up, oh, yeah, oh

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm going hard, yeah
They say I'm going far, yeah
With different foreign cars, uh
I'm tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, oh
It's hard to be a star
Up in the booth, not a bar
Kinda living large
She told me, she need a massage
So I gave her one now
And if it's on your head, better keep one up top
Watch them claim that shit, and them n***as wiped 'em out
Man, that bitch toxic, and she got a mighty mouth
Oh, and if it ain't a benefit, then he gotta count me out
And I can't trust shit, n***a talk like Minnie Mouse
Thank God for the fiends, had to use the trappin' route
Lil' cro love playing with the beam, had to tell him, "Put it down"
My n***as in orange and burgundy
Even though they lie, they chirp for me
Telling me they meant for me
And be as neat as you can be
So I'm trappin' on the feet
I make money on the beat
I ain't scared of no police
Drop a check and then I leave
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember, yeah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these n***as understand us
Got Belmont boys, these n***as don't want no cancer, yeah, yeah
And they don't give a fuck about a camera
And why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these n***as kind of nervous
And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up, (Oh) yeah

[Outro]
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember, nah, yeah
I just had to go and get my bands up, uh, yeah
I don't think these n***as understand us
Got Belmont boys, these n***as don't want no cancer, uh, yeah
Yeah, and why she telling me just what a Perc does?
I know, I got these n***as kind of nervous
(J-Smoke got that dope)
(Oh my God)