[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola]
Back then woulda blown it
Now a n***a gettin’ to it
My n***as gettin’ to it
Now I know what I’m doing
Stay clean, ride forward
Big dreams for them mils
Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin’ hills
You don’t know where I been
You don’t know what I felt
My heart so cold
I just pray it don’t melt
Everything makes sense
Everything gon’ count
Big money on me
Every day I count
Every day I shine, on my grind all the time
Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time
But this shit done paid off
Cause we come from the block and we was movin’ that soft
Now we in the studio lyin’ them bars
Watchin’ from the knockers, keep switching them cars
Pockets real heavy, blowin’ bands at the mall
This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo Boss

[Verse 1: YBS Skola]
No no, no no
But I got the city in a chokehold
Ballin’ hard on ‘em like I’m John Wall
I used to be small as an eight ball
Now I’m heavy as a motherfuckin’ Chevy
Check out the diamonds blingin’ in the prezy
Thirty thou on the chain, boy it’s heavy
YBS, yeah we the best campaign
We poppin’ champagne, feelin’ like ball players
I got a whole lot of bad ones, they on me
And ain’t another n***a doin’ what I’m doin’ B
I’m droppin’ single after single like Pringles
I’m rockin’ all this Italian on a daily basis
You n***as gon’ have to face it
The kids love me but I swear I ain’t a role model
I’m in the club sippin’ hard out the gold bottle
Wooh, Rollie on my wrist, gold on my chain
I ain’t lyin’ man, gold Cartier, I wear ‘em everywhere
I see these haters real clear, got clear vision
You ain’t seein’ what I’m seein’, you ain’t doin’ what I’m doin’
You ain’t goin’ where I’m going
Bet you next year me and my n***as gon’ be touring
[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola]
Back then woulda blown it
Now a n***a gettin’ to it
My n***as gettin’ to it
Now I know what I’m doing
Stay clean, ride forward
Big dreams for them mils
Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin’ hills
You don’t know where I been
You don’t know what I felt
My heart so cold
I just pray it don’t melt
Everything makes sense
Everything gon’ count
Big money on me
Every day I count
Every day I shine, on my grind all the time
Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time
But this shit done paid off
Cause we come from the block and we was movin’ that soft
Now we in the studio lyin’ them bars
Watchin’ from the knockers, keep switching them cars
Pockets real heavy, blowin’ bands at the mall
This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo Boss

[Verse 2: Nic Breed]
This the time for the Shinners
Nic Breed, Y Skola
Lil Zack takeover, we don’t need no help
Yeah we did it our self
Yeah them n***as gon’ hate
Put the guns in their mouth
Keep a gun on my hip on this thousand dollar belt
Yeah I beat the pussy in and then I throw the fish out
If it ain’t about money I don’t know what that’s about
I impress full attention, I hype up the clout
I’m just all about money, do you know what that’s about?
I’m just all about money, man I gotta keep it real
Motivate a lot of others, they can feel me in the field
Say I’m speaking for the trenches, I’m just speaking independence
I was only one who did it, ain’t nobody else gon’ get it
I ain’t even gon’ ask, came up, not last
Came up kinda fast, I can see they gettin’ mad
I can see me rich dab, I can see me looking back
I can’t see me looking bad, I can’t see me looking bad
Gotta make the money, gotta make it out the trap
I made the money, turned myself into a chap
Italia, Italian, we all they looking at
We all they looking at
Italia, Italian, we all they looking at
I made the money, turned myself into a chap
Gotta make the money, gotta make it out the trap n***a
Gotta make it out the trap n***a
[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola]
Back then woulda blown it
Now a n***a gettin’ to it
My n***as gettin’ to it
Now I know what I’m doing
Stay clean, ride forward
Big dreams for them mils
Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin’ hills
You don’t know where I been
You don’t know what I felt
My heart so cold
I just pray it don’t melt
Everything makes sense
Everything gon’ count
Big money on me
Every day I count
Every day I shine, on my grind all the time
Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time
But this shit done paid off
Cause we come from the block and we was movin’ that soft
Now we in the studio lyin’ them bars
Watchin’ from the knockers, keep switching them cars
Pockets real heavy, blowin’ bands at the mall
This an LV polo, ain’t no Hugo Boss