Got too many cars around, bro dont post the gate
Rarri’ coming, preferred the red over the mate
300 pounds, how much am I supposed to weigh?
My pockets half of it, and that's why they hate

Get loads of packets, I just send em’ straight
Dont touch these bitches, I can't even date
Go get some money or you can sit to wait
Working sleep and driving, to hustle can't be late

Work to sleep, cars drivings, huddle pistols vibin
I can't see the line end, posts just can't debate
I get a bags, send it up, bro They can't relate
How you stacked up with chips, made money inflate

Coursed the north and send it to the south, went interstate
Of course, this car robbed, we often swap the plate
If they ain't talkin money, i need them to translate
I living dreams, i closed the deals I anticipate

Dont fuck these bitches, i can't even rate
You get some money, or you can sit to wait
Agitate, watch the whole world shake
Still got scars that dont heal shit is painful

This shit gon work out, n***a im faithful
I got everything that I long for, i'm grateful
And Thats on everything I pray for Im prayerful
I work everyday Just to see the bank full