[Hook]
Now they mad ‘cause a n***a got the cake up
N***a quit crying, get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up
If you owe me n***a, better come and pay up
Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up
Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

[Hook]
Now they mad ‘cause a n***a got the cake up
N***a quit crying, get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up
If you owe me n***a, better come and pay up
Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up
Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

[Verse 1]
Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up
Hundred deep n***as in the Benz truck
I know the n***a mad, can’t stand us
Straight shittin’ on these n***as, where my Pampers?
Excuse me, where my manners?
In the strip club, tipping these dancers
I done turned her into a porn actor
I just put this bitch on camera
Designer all on my feet
Designer all on my ass
Designer all on my back
I just popped these tags
My swag turned to the max
Yeen even got to ask
Ten thousand blew in the mall n***a
And I don’t even really just brag
I’m just living life
Can’t you n***as tell?
Retired selling dope
‘Cause I know these n***as gon’ tell
Got four leases to my phone
Got me callin’, switching cells
It’s aight, I say fuck ‘em
Suck a dick and go to hell
[Hook]
Now they mad ‘cause a n***a got the cake up
N***a quit crying, get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up
If you owe me n***a, better come and pay up
Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up
Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

[Hook]
Now they mad ‘cause a n***a got the cake up
N***a quit crying, get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up
If you owe me n***a, better come and pay up
Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up
Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

[Verse 2]
Stacks on deck, straps on deck
Paper Route Empire, n***a we the fucking best
Ferragamo shoe with the Ferragamo vest
Bitch I ain’t sagging with the Ferragamo belt
Extendo on the Glocks, and the five in the TEC
If you try to run in, guarantee you get wet
Bullets hit your back, going straight through your chest
Make one call, n***a guaranteed to get wet
Now you mad ‘cause a n***a got the cake up
Stop crying, n***a go and get your weight up
Benz [?] strong in the Benz truck
If your numbers ain’t right then your ass out of luck
If I got a n***a with me he’s for sure gon’ bust
If you see me with the chopper man your ass better duck
If the keys [?] street, I don’t really give a fuck
Open door, I’ma spray a n***a, wet that bitch up
Turnt up on these n***as, that’s why they mad
Call it poppin’ tags
Stacks off in that bag, that’s shit they never had
Rari bending corners, smoke the best of marijuana
Had business in California
Get this money my persona
Money’s all I really wanted
[Hook]
Now they mad ‘cause a n***a got the cake up
N***a quit crying, get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up
If you owe me n***a, better come and pay up
Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up
Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up

[Hook]
Now they mad ‘cause a n***a got the cake up
N***a quit crying, get your weight up
Ferragamo shoes, man they laced up
Got to get up off your ass, can’t lay up
If you owe me n***a, better come and pay up
Don’t think it’s a game ‘cause I’m little bruh
Big ass Glock, man I’m strapped up
Don’t talk that shit, we’ll pull up