[Intro: Jay Fizzle & Young Dolph]
None of these n***as don't like me
Take that shit up with God though, n***a
Fuck you talking about
Na I'm talking 'bout? See you fuck n***as, n***a
We in the air my nig, we don't talk about you bitches at the round table n***a, we wait 'till we get around the squarest table we can find to talk about you fuck n***as
Na I'm talking about? for real n***a, still money counting, still overseas slanging n***a, still outta space flavor
Bitch

[Verse]
I'm in the trap, serving shit like a waiter
Stack it up daily, stacking my paper
I know they hate a n***a, but we ain't the same, You n***as chasing bitches
Bankroll can't fold, pockets on swole
Got so much ice, fuck around catch a cold or the flu, racks on me blue
Stay lying to my bitch, while shе always telling a n***a I'm the truth
Lil' n***a don't like mе, so what? These racks in my pocket, I'm sewin'
Last n***a that played, got tore up, we caught him in traffic, that lil' n***a hold up
He had a gun, he ain't pop it
I'm shitting on all these lame ass rappers, and can't one nan' these lil' n***as stop me
They do not hesitate (They kill you)
Swear, imma keep counting this paper as long as they print it
You don't gotta listen to hear me, but when I get done, on my mama, these n***as gon' feel me
Rest in peace Nipsey, I stay with a .60 by me
Ice Box, bought a chain, I ain't care what it cost (Ayy, fuck that shit man, we having plenty of this shit, racks racks)
Bitch, I'm the realest, the illest
Got 5, 6 tennis chains on my neck, feel like Serina
Stuck in the trap, 'till I run up a million (Fuck all that) nah, I want a billion, dollars
Play and get popped like a bottle, 100k worth of ice, 'round my collar
Turned up, can't turn down, broke the volume
Hit the bitch from the back, with the speakers all the way up, cause the bitch keep hollerin' (Too loud)
Young n***a too fresh, I be too stylin'
Just copped the foreign off the lot, and I pay all cash, brand new, no miles
These clear diamonds when you see me smile
Cost a lot of cheddar, so I can't stop cheesing
Got rocks in my ears, size of a donut
Keep a whole hundred K in my bag for the fuck of it
I know they don't like me
I'm juiced up, like a Hi-ci
My neck and wrist, so icy, I feel like Gucci
Just walked up out the trap house, hopped in the drop, I'm finna coupe it
My pockets stuffed with dog shit, I've been puffin' pounds of Stewie
Say you don't like me? (I don't give no fucks)
My pockets fat, hoe, cause they stuffed
I know they mad, I'm filthy rich (Stay outta your feelings, hoe ass n***a, yeah yeah)
Ice on me hockey, yeah bitch, I'm poppin'
Just ask around, I'm the hottest (On God)
And bitch, I'm the topic, n***a can't stop it, I'm on they ass like bad pockets
I'm on their ass like a shit stain, go and ask your hoe, I'm the shit mane
N***as be tough on the IG, see me in public, and won't do shit mane
I ain't the toughest, but I ain't no hoe
Lil' n***a play, put his ass on the floor
Lil' n***a play, put a slug in his throat
Pockets so fat, got me bow legged
Catch an opp, code red, can't take him out
Gottem boy, I put the hood on the map
Trap god, I put it down in the trap
Flip me a pack, and put ice in my mouth