I tell them pass me the ball ima score that motha fucka I been dreaming money since a jit motha fucka they left me all alone but i dont call motha fuckas they took me off the court but ima ball motha fucka

And let me get me get this money that u nigga say u be about

Pull up to the curb and let me serve you I got clean now

Rappin bout u hoes but u bitches ain't on my team now

Had to switch it up for a minute I took the Scienic route

Cash rules everything around me fuck a dub nigga

I was on the drive the other day u boys sus nigga

Pull up making plays in the alley i don’t Fuck witcha

Ride for my guys (Luz)gang you know Wassup nigga

They hit my line when they want it I got that pressure

And I ain't talking weed I just beat it with no expression

They love me cuz I'm fat and I’m cocky end of discussion

“Second verse”

Lessons learned bridges burn yeah it be foreal keep the Hammer on my side like a beeper still I'm running laps around these niggas like a hamster wheel I picked the pin up

Wrote about it now the pain can heal

But they don't feel me now I'm motivated taking trips I had a lot of shit to focus I had to chill

So when they freed me out the cage all I packed was the steel and ever time I get a chance ima cop me a feel

So fuck these niggas and these bitches that play me I'm campin call of duty knock em off them I'm back to the mansion living life and kicking back im just taking advantage motivated and I'm hustling fix me a sandwich

Ima push it to the limit I'm swerving and driving Switching lanes by the minute I’m itching for options catch me on the corner servin that bitch with the Audi (catch me on the corner servin that bitch with the Audi