[Intro]
(Wheezy beats)
Yeah
Finger licking good man you dig what I'm saying
Racks
Yeah

[Chorus]
I can see that money coming like a psychic
Gotta get a check like a Nike (Check)
Gotta keep it real, stay righteous (Stay righteous)
I'ma drip, flavor hot spicy (Hot spicy)
Burn through the money like nice (Like nice)
I've been steady goin' over my prices (My prices)
Young n***a fuckin' on yo wifey (Wifey)
Gunna goin' up and they don’t like it (They don’t like it)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yah)
New racks lemonade rare (Rare)
I done fucked around, caught another pair (Pair)
I've been fuckin' your hoe and it ain't fair to you
I can't even cap, shit [?]
I just got a coupe, but had to chop the roof (Chop the roof)
Young Gunna do what he wanna do (Wanna do)
I'm just livin' up life, wonderful
Countin' all these books, don't know what to do (Yah)
I stacked it up like Rudy, no huxtable (Racks)
You gotta keep it tucked cause they judging you (Yeah)
I'm just stayin' lit till the buzz is through
Thought I was fell up, where the fuck was you? (Where you at?)
Switchin' out these hoes like a substitute (Yeah)
You ain't with the drip, n***a fuck you
[Chorus]
I can see that money coming like a psychic
Gotta get a check like a Nike (Check)
Gotta keep it real, stay righteous (Stay righteous)
I'ma drip, flavor hot spicy (Hot spicy)
Burn through the money like nice (Like nice)
I've been steady goin' over my prices (My prices)
Young n***a fuckin' on yo wifey (Wifey)
Gunna goin' up and they don’t like it (They don’t like it)

[Verse 2]
Wo-, wow (Wow)
Lately I've been floatin' through the clouds (Clouds)
Lately I've been rockin' me some crowds (Crowds)
Fans say my name, they screamin' loud (Screamin' loud)
Savin' all your bands, what it 'bout (‘Bout)
Buyin' up more land from the South (From the South)
Cartier, I see through the clout (Yeah-yeah)
Living all this shit without a doubt (Doubt)
It's a couple bitches staying with me now (Now)
Share a bed, I ain't sleeping on the couch (Yah)
Baby lips, pokin' out like she poutin'
You ain't gotta second guess or ever doubt
Ain't no chances for these n***as tryna foul (Tryna foul)
Gon' get hit up and get put inside a pile (Pile)
Yeah a rapper that's cappin' off a pound (Pound)
Only hoe livin' life like holy grail
[Chorus]
I can see that money coming like a psychic
Gotta get a check like a Nike (Check)
Gotta keep it real, stay righteous (Stay righteous)
I'ma drip, flavor hot spicy (Hot spicy)
Burn through the money like nice (Like nice)
I've been steady goin' over my prices (My prices)
Young n***a fuckin' on yo wifey (Wifey)
Gunna goin' up and they don’t like it (They don’t like it)