[Chorus]

I done hit so many times, hit so many times, yeah

That shit got me hypnotized, got me hypnotized, yeah

I said I can't waste no time, I get to the grind, yeah

Had to stack up, get them dimes

She throwin' it back, got the seat on recline

Dirty J's but I ain't mad, I got options

It's on the way, I'm gettin' the bag

They sick as hell and they mad that we got it

I'm with the gang gettin' motherfuckin' paper

We done turned into some motherfuckin' bosses

I feel like Kobe ballin' on the Lakеrs

Bringin' some wins out of motherfuckin' losses

[Verse 1]

Thеy see me with the bag and they sick that I got it

Man, they pocket watchin'

Man, they be stalkin', I swear they be stalkin'

I stay off the internet, I don't like talkin'

I ain't with the loggin' in and makin' comments

Play with the dawgs, they get to hawkin'

Don't talk to the cops

Been tryna tell 'em all we on top

What I drop on the watch?

What I drop on the watch, it's so sickenin'

Bought my mom a new spot, it's ridiculous

I do this for the fun, not the recognition

I'm change up the crib for the better vision

I'm with your bitch 'cause she feelin' me

They talkin' shit, I'm just sippin' tea

Don't fuck with the clique, is you kiddin' me?

Young prodigy, do it prodigiously

[Chorus]

I done hit so many times, hit so many times, yeah

That shit got me hypnotized, got me hypnotized, yeah

I said I can't waste no time, I get to the grind, yeah

Had to stack up, get them dimes

She throwin' it back, got the seat on recline

Dirty J's but I ain't mad, I got options

It's on the way, I'm gettin' the bag

They sick as hell and they mad that we got it

I'm with the gang gettin' motherfuckin' paper

We done turned into some motherfuckin' bosses

I feel like Kobe ballin' on the Lakers

Bringin' some wins out of motherfuckin' losses

[Verse 2]

Think they tryna stop my grind, is they out they mind?

Way they talk sound too contrived

They just on a track and they spewin' them lies

I can see it in they eyes, don't need to look twice

She hit me like, "Let's get high and chill for the night"

Then we did some dirty dancin' and your bitch came out her clothes

Talkin' like they 'bout to pull up but I doubt that they come close

Talkin' gangster but they cowards, yeah, they turned him to a ghost

Send your mom and them some flowers then I fuck her in the throat

Talkin' crazy, lose your bread, talk again, you lose your head

Yeah, we really from the jungle, we be out in West Berlin

Hit the casino, make some bets, swear to God I gotta spend

Can't fuck with weirdos in the set, man, I swear that they all fed

[Chorus]

I done hit so many times, hit so many times, yeah

That shit got me hypnotized, got me hypnotized, yeah

I said I can't waste no time, I get to the grind, yeah

Had to stack up, get them dimes

She throwin' it back, got the seat on recline

Dirty J's but I ain't mad, I got options

It's on the way, I'm gettin' the bag

They sick as hell and they mad that we got it

I'm with the gang gettin' motherfuckin' paper

We done turned into some motherfuckin' bosses

I feel like Kobe ballin' on the Lakers

Bringin' some wins out of motherfuckin' losses