[Intro]
(Billboard Hitmakers)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
You n***a be talkin' and tellin'
Your bitch wanna rub on my belly
My lil' n***a young, he a felon
But he know how to count up the fetti
I want a new Rollie, the Presi'
I'ma go ice out the bezel
[?] go find me a treasure
I flip the hoes up in the shuttle
Young n***a rich out the ghetto
I bought some more clips, got some ammo
I walked in the room, smell like Coco (Chanel)
I found me a plug for the low-low
My bro got them bricks in the condo
It filled up with shooters like Rondo
I came all thе way from the bando
Now it's touch-screen all over the panеl
That n***a won't act like a [?]
And I feel like Tony Montana
They see me, they start gettin' anger
But I don't really think they want danger
I walked in the club with a banger
I stay in the 'Yo makin' bangers
You might walk in the room and get strangled
N***a don't act like a stranger
[Verse 2: ?]
All my diamonds, they dancin' and glist
Know them keys like my name Stevie Wonder
Take a trip and come back with them pigeons
Had to grind all my life through the summer
Know we wit it, we wit it, we wit it
Whatever you want, yeah, we on
We gon' get it, it stackin' no limits
Then hand the toy down to my son
Through my veins, I'ma hustlin' n***a
I can't stop till I'm gone, oh, no, no, no
Until then, I be grindin' and stackin'
Went to school, never effort, no loan
I had twenty-two thousand in the mattress
And a hundred plays blowin' up my phone
You a country boy, n***a gotta tax you
It gon' triple up when you get home
I be shittin' on these n***as, need a lesson
I sip lean, you can hear by my tone
Girl, my ex bae asked me “But why you be saggin?”
I just caught me a jugg from my phone
I rock Gucci on wallet chain swaggin'
I'm an entrepreneur, I own
You can call it a on-the-go business
But I run everything from my phone
[Chorus: Gunna]
Whatever you with it, we on
Whatever you with it, we on
I work everything off my phone
Whatever you with it, we on
Whatever you with it, we on
And I got my jewelry on
Whatever you with it, we on
Whatever you with it, we on

[Verse 3: Gunna]
I still got some bags in the city
She fuck me, gon' handle her business
You can't talk while you walk, n***a listen
Twenty chains on my neck, this shit glisten
Said you grew up a peon, a peasant
And still tryna teach you a lesson
That little shit you doin' ain't impressive'
Go to Lennox and buy you a Tesla

[Verse 4: ?]
Used to play on the playground, I was pimpin'
Till I found out he had all the P's
Introduced me to Pedro, I'm stankin'
Help me stack it, I chased all my dreams
[Verse 5: Gunna]
The label wan' offer a million
I'ma look out for my children
I could sure use the hand if they lent it
But I might just stay independent

[Verse 6: ?]
Fuckin' right, I'ma get all my money
We ain't worry about these bitches, we greedy
Remember them day we were hungry
Mama called me, my family need me

[Verse 7: Gunna]
I hope everything cope and static
We gon' stay focused and ready
Can't fuck with you bro if you petty
I just won't stack up and get it

[Verse: 8 ?]
Man, I know these lil' n***as be jealous
It just be hatred and envy
We gon' go get it and melt it
We gon' go pack it and seal it
Know we flyer than all of these n***as
They mad 'cause we takin' they bitch
I'ma hustle me, y'all like nine figures
And leave it at all of my children
Hustle me, y'all like nine figures
Hustle me, y'all like nine figures
Leave it at all of my children

[Outro: ?]
Woo, young, win, gun
Young n***a, boss n***a, self-made, you understand?
Got my own, everything
Own drip, own drip, you understand?
Own money, count up, triple flip
Post it up, every day
Pull up, serve a n***a, where you stay?
Yeah, lay a nigaa where he lay
If a n***a play, then he lay, huh
Eh