(Intro)
Yuh, aye, aye, yeah
Prodigy huh prodigy huh
Pew pew


Cookin up Whitney while I flash these fifties
Got so much clout my crew be gettin litty
My flow so clean because I am really witty
All these names in my face but ion give a pity


Count all these bands will they fit in my hands?
So high right now ion know where to land
These dudes tryna slide but I don't got the time
Oh yo fake ex super all of my signs. [?]


You don't know me then you really blind
All this rap shit stay all up on my grind
You better believe I'm staying in my prime
Look at all this ice it really do shine


Check all this guap I know you in shock
You don't like me don't even try to sweet talk
Imma pass by and keep walking my walk
My signs don't tell they keep it locked. [?]

Glory and praise to the lord
Got cash and plains can't ignore
I could rap forever like a hundred year war
I ain't lying bitch I only speak facts
Like north to south I really do attract
Too much cash can't even keep track
These hoes in my face they jealous
This song make me hype, overzealous


Fuck yall haters don't care
These bills swing through the air
Nah I ain't got no pair
Bitch who? Nah, bitch where?