[Intro]

(I ain't gon' lie, you tripped on this bitch, Jay)

It's with an X, nigga

Fxce

[Chorus]

Ayy, I really started off with like a hundred dollars

Then a hundred dollars turnt into a hundred thousand

I love the money, but when I got it, it came with like a hundred problems

I'd rather have some problems than bein' broke, dependin' on my mama

In LA, dropped two fours, man, I feel like Mamba

My bitch sweat me, keep callin' my phone, but I don't feel like arguin'

I done made her ass crazy, I ain't use no condom

You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga, watch me

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah

You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga, watch me

You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga

[Verse]

Pull off the lot with two cars that cost a hun' a piece

Feel like you made it when you count your first dub in cheese

First gun still an open case, the other blick was seized

Still got a Drac', don't think I won't walk you down on feet

Lil'-ass bitch, you a ho, ain't gotta hide from me

I don't even really care that much, you ain't gotta lie to me

Ayy, you need a song with what's-his— nah, he need one with me

Can't even pull these twenties out, they embedded in my jeans

Had to quit that fuckin' job, ain't better than these streams

Pull my rap money out, invested it in lean

Told them niggas outside his crib stretch him if he leave

Pull my car out the driveway, it's the best one on the street

I don't really need no money, don't press me 'bout no feat, huh

Hit a Uey in the street, I left without my heat

Shoot an opp nigga below the waist, can't step without his feet

Caught him sittin' at a red light and left him in his seat

Found a way to make a lil' money and left it on repeat

Thousand-dollar shoes on my feet, the rest this shit was cheap

You might catch me lookin' bummy, I don't give a fuck (At all)

Swear to God, if I reach up in my pocket, it's a fifty tucked (Nigga)

Bought a Scat for a couple months, it cost me fifty-one (Come on)

You seen pullin' up, you already know we got like fifty guns (Nigga)

Niggas flexin' a thousand dollars, we spent that in the club

White Runtz x Cherry Gelato, we put that in our lungs

Ffft, fast dude, we put that on our guns

On the chase in the fast dude, we do that shit for fun

Blicky on me, better watch it (Yop)

All-white buffs, yeah, they cool, but they common (Boring)

You rubber banded five hundred dollars, that shit childish (Lame)

He know I fucked his bitch, so when he seen me, it was awkward (Bitch)

I tell her not to cheat, but I still do it, I'm so toxic (Nigga)

You worried 'bout another niggas' pockets, that's your problem, nigga

[Chorus]

Ayy, I really started off with like a hundred dollars (Then what?)

Then a hundred dollars turnt into a hundred thousand

I love the money, but when I got it, it came with like a hundred problems

I'd rather have some problems than bein' broke, dependin' on my mama

In LA, dropped two fours, man, I feel like Mamba

My bitch sweat me, keep callin' my phone, but I don't feel like arguin'

I done made her ass crazy, I ain't use no condom

You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga, watch me

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah

You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga, watch me

You think I ain't finna make it? Pussy nigga