[Intro]

Yeah

You are now listening to a GoodTime Production

[Hook] x2

I made the money

I rolled the blunt

That change on me

Them bands on me

Diamonds from back to front

I do the fuck that I want x3

Diamonds from back to front

[Verse-GoodTime]

I'm slick with my riches

I silence the snitches

I pull up, I scroll up

No time for these bitches

Call up the bros

If you wanna scrimmage it

Snapchat these hoes

So clear with the Images

See it, I like it

I buy it in full

Poppin the Molly

Like stop drop and roll

Stack it up, stack it up

Reaching my goal

Ain't seen this much

Since she been on the pole

The neighbors know my name

Man, the way she like to hit

Think she in it for the fame

But she know I make it drip

Bring the blow out when I show out

308 up on my hip

Better get them bands

Yeah

Locked and loaded clip

I'm coming to ya

Medically dosing the bud

Slappin my bitch on the butt

I do the fuck I want

Oh yeah thats right im the plug

Come around here show me love

I am on multiple drugs

Hitting the town with my scurbs

Popping these bars at the club

Yeah

[Bridge-GoodTime]

Grinding it down by the nug

Cutting the splif down in parts

Poppin the top on the bub

Call me the king of the hearts

Came from the bottom the mud

Now we just climbin the charts

Poppin the top on the dub

I push a button to start

[Hook] x2

[Verse-YB]

I do this shit

With my nigga's bitch

I'm not Instagram

So no pictures bitch

Ive been known to live

Off that digit bitch

But I can still pull up

And fuck the baddest bitch

Back to the money

I'm gettin' it with the fam

ASOD

Never change who I am

Now'adays I can never sleep

Without the cam

Pull up with the crew

Look like cameras when we blam

Keep the thing on me

He ain't doin' a thing to me

Cuzi keep this aim

On me

All my nigga's got tools

All my nigga's got work

Got a white girl

That hide all the dope in her shirt

Pull up, skirt off

Tats out, shirt off

Whippin' in the kitchen

Keep the work in the loft

I'm in here with Mitch

Runnin' off the flat

She blowing my phone up

But can't have me back

We came from nothing

I really mean scratch

I took the team

And threw um' on my back

Run with D. Lime

And they down for the sack

I put bread on his head

If he taking the pack

I got nigga's up front

I got ones in the back

Call up GoodTime

When I'm counting the racks

Call up your bitch

And run it from the back

Uncle Sam with the pack

I gotta tax

My momma told me

Never rely on bitches

My momma told me

Never rely on nigga's

I knew that meant

I couldn't rely

On no one but myself

To get up and go get it

I came from nothing

To something in minutes

I should have a suit

I'm so good with business

But then again

When I think about it

My suit would probably get dirty

When I'm in the trenches

[Hook] x1