[Intro]

(1800 for you)

[Verse 1: DaeMoney]

My city, it get cold, Supreme coats in November

Supreme on my drawers, Supreme Timbs for the winter

Put me on the plate, bases loaded, ninth inning

My granddaddy a pastor, whole life, I've been sinning

Apple Pay for lean, I done went over the limit

Retired from the mall, I ain't been there in a minute

I just took a pill, I can feel that bitch kickin'

I live like GTA, gettin' payed for a mission

[Verse 2: Veeze]

He' bout to kill himself, you smoke crack, don't you?

No shoe strings, you tote MACs, don't you?

My brother keep lean, put no tax on me

I'm in Amiri jeans sippin' act like Corona

You can't chill in the trap, that's the K, boy, you sittin' on it

You can have these lil' thots, fucked 'em all, I can't get no more

You can come to my closet and shop, it's like different stores

That boy quiet like Kawhi, but he shootin' like that nigga Jordan

Boy, you so fuckin' broke, it's like you gettin' younger

The ho, she too young for me, DaeMoney still don't want her

My heart, that motherfucker cold and it's getting worser

Who me? The motherfuckin' G.O.A.T., I'm just getting G.O.A.T.er

I'm a walkin' talkin' comma, I can get her open

Took his bitch, it's been some weeks, that nigga livin' lonely

We done paralyzed his man, they call that nigga Soldier

Showed his ass so much brown, it's like Living Color

[Verse 3: DaeMoney]

She could've caught a case, I was in high school hitting mothers

Bitch, I'm one of one, once I'm done, you won't get another

A real Bronx Tale, I was raised by my fuckin' uncles

Eight years old, shooting dice, made my first hundred

I can tell you niggas broke, that's your first money

That shit you lil' niggas flash, that's my Perc' money

That shit you stashin', that's my put-it-in-her-purse money

You don't know jewelry, boy, them stones ain't worth nothin'

I was seven grabbin' ass in the hallways

Fresh as hell, wearin' Balmains to the ballgame

Put a switch on it, hittin' everything without aim

Niggas done really had money 'fore I had fame

Chrome Heart joggie, twenty days straight

Take it to the shoebox a hundred plays straight

Niggas uppin' throwbacks, tryna save face

The table long as hell, bitch, my whole team sayin' grace

[Verse 4: LUCKI]

Ayy, she say I'm annoying, I keep asking where the Wock' at?

I'm still on the 30s and I'm itchin', where a Glock at?

I just scared a good ho away, I need to stop that

You everywhere I'm not at, I'm turnin' up for Pop now

We just put my new bitch on the road, I got an I-Pass

AMG, left it straight 'cause he a copycat

I just scared a good ho away, I need to stop that

Since they gave me fifty for a show, can't even talk back