[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Like sixty thousand in the brown paper bag, yeah
My dawg just dropped this shit off
Said today was a good day at the trap, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? (COUPE)

[Verse 1]
Fly high, that's no lie
Yeah, baby girl, you know that we ballin'
Gotta get this money and you know ain't no stallin'
Know I'm in the trap, I'm a real trap-a-holic
I'ma get this money, yeah, whatever you call it
And I got shooters, they poppin'
Get a n***a money, know them n***as feelin' cocky
I'm a big dawg so you know I'm extra cocky
Too much money on me, baby, know my pockets sloppy
I don't listen to no stop sign, who the fuck gon' stop me?
You know how we rock, you know how we rockin'
Paradise East got that bitch poppin'
4L Gang the only gang that I'm in
You know that's my dawg, that's my dawg, that's my twin
Time for the smoke, pull up, n***a, I'm hoppin' in
Same shit been goin' on ever since we was kids
Shit so rock solid, hope my n***as don't forget
Ever since I got that money, n***as changed on me
Not my same homies
I'm out here feelin' lonely
These bitch n***as my homies?
Well why they hatin' on me?
Damn, man, I see it on him, he didn't really want me
To have it on me, keep it on me, it stay on me
Pockets stuffed so a n***a not lonely
Money, that's my friend (Okay)
All I need is Benjamin when it come at the end, yeah
[Chorus]
Same n***as I growed up with, man, these n***as switched on me
Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie
Man, these n***as fold up under pressure, they ain't homies
N***a bitched on me, I know they switched on me
Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie
Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie
Real shit, homie, you're not my homie
Better keep it on you when I see you, homie

[Verse 2]
I cannot believe what they think of me
This shit sound crazy what they say 'bout me
This shit ain't safe for these n***as to me
You know you switched two sides, know you got to die
I don't wanna see your mama cry, but I lied
Know I let them bullets straight fly
Blowin' up your block, soundin' like Fourth of July
My New Years resolution make sure that you n***as die
Let money fly, fallin' out the sky
Bullets rainin' on your block for a whole hour
Taste like some old food, yeah, this shit sour
I send you nothin' but flowers
No crown, that's no coward, gon' be dead in a hour
Send them threats, know I send 'em back
Shooters comin' for that money, know they got to kill a man
Out for this money, he don't want nothin' but these rubber bands
Told him he gotta spin him with the Draco, n***a do it fast
Do that fast, do him bad
[Chorus]
Same n***as I growed up with, man, these n***as switched on me
Damn, I thought we gon' be rich together, you was my homie
Man, these n***as fold up under pressure, they ain't homies
N***a bitched on me, I know they switched on me
Gotta hit the switch on that shit, homie
Spin like a ballerina when the stick hit, homie
Real shit, homie, you're not my homie
Better keep it on you when I see you, homie

[Outro]
Hmm, that's the end of that shit