Hook:

Tired of us doing it again

I don't wanna sit and pretend

I tell em the truth and they taking offense

The perky be leaving em’ tense

Every song a hit shit is over the fence

Money on my mind, you lil niggas blind

I don't think they can see through my lens

You tired of being the shadow?

Mentally winning the battle

Sipping while i’m pulling her strings like gepetto

We some dirty boys came from the ghetto

Now we making money by singing falsetto

I don't think you ready for battle

We leaving em lifted they wearing stilettos

Verse:

Walk round this bitch like some millionares

Flyest around i don’t even care

Too many garments i don’t even wear

Shaving these bullets down leave em spare

Love her but she dropping tears

Urus i step on I'm switching these gears

God fearing man i could never fear you

I’m way too cautious to leave it near you

He feeling nice better chill out

I got the money to fill house

Take off the silence i want it to kill loud

I wanted my father to feel proud

But, fuck its whatever

Too much money drop bands on a sweater

She dedicated to me ima let her

But if she don't show it then again i won't sweat her

Tired of giving these features

You lil niggas can’t cover my sneakers

And i see y’all hate from the bleachers

I put y’all on game i correct like a teacher

But fuck it if you wanna try ya luck

“smith ands” and dracs we can put em up

We leaving the money up leave it stuck uh

We leaving it stuck

Outside if its cold or warm

Bullets dropping we making it storm

Got her bent now we filming the porn

Ima up it again gotta look up the score

Pull up giving fear just to show em

My pistol bisexual on niggas its blowing em

Extendos inside and its growing on em

Spit at whoever i’m flowing on em, yea

Hook:

Tired of us doing it again

I don't wanna sit and pretend

I tell em the truth and they taking offense

The perky be leaving em’ tense

Every song a hit shit is over the fence

Money on my mind, you lil niggas blind

I don't think they can see through my lens

You tired of being the shadow?

Mentally winning the battle

Sipping while i’m pulling her strings like gepetto

We some dirty boys came from the ghetto

Now we making money by singing falsetto

I don't think you ready for battle

We leaving em lifted they wearing stilettos