Intro:
Yeah, what up Meech...22
Take a ride with the G.O.A.T one time
Aye, 22
(Meech)

Verse:
Aye, my bitch blowing up my phone now let me tell the truth
I don’t know if she my bitch, I don’t know what she do
Everytime it’s in my hands, shit it gotta move
If n***as pulled up on you shooting you wouldn’t know what to do
Single lion in this world, I don’t need nobody
I made a promise to my sister I’ma be somebody
You can have yo bitch back, she need somebody
I was busy stacking blues when y’all couldn’t find me
I don’t hang around you n***as, we don’t think the same
Young nappy head n***a, gold on his frames
Stopped picking up my phone, n***as say I changed
N***a get yo scale dirty before you say my name
Made so much yesterday, in the car I prayed
This a M my buckle, M’s on my brain
On my soul I really do it, punk stay in yo lane
You ask a n***a for a favor, they forget yo name
I’ll spit on yo big homie, I ain’t got one
You lil n***as talking ‘bout guns, I really got them
Yo mans been down for too long, somebody spot him
Alotta money in my pocket, I went out & got some
It ain't a rule I won’t break, risk I won’t take
You putting yo feelings in a bitch, boy that’s a heartbreak
And this Moschino that I’m wearing came from Italy
It’s a 4 in my drank, shark on my face
Aye, now these hoes be fucking everybody
She mad at me cuz I ain’t text back, like I care about her
Drive a distance for the money cuz I care about it
Punch a n***a in his mouth, knock the stare up out him
Up early with the birds, I need every dollar
Told my son I’m getting a mansion for him & his momma
But if I find a Latino she gone have my daughter
You wanna find a cheaper price go a little farther
We get 4 48’s for that good bargain
Wearing clothes you can’t afford, it make me a target
I don’t deal with relatives, family you walking
Even in the nose bleeds you can see me balling
Louis bag on my bitch, it can hold a doggie
I’m the leader of the mob, you can call me Pauly
I can’t even go shopping, too much in my closet
I got a roll on me now in my billionaire joggers
N***a, I’m the man where I’m from
Screws loose in my head, I leave hoes hot lumps
You get questioned in that room, boy you better play dumb
A couple bitches love me, I don’t care about one, n***a