First Verse:

I’ve been walking through my town like my shit don’t stank

I’m sorry Miss Jackson, your house is a trip to the bank

What else am I supposed to do when section 8 on my plate?

Other than clear your cupboards and mob the city with rank

Breaking news, I’m back to breaking rules again

40 acres and a mule, family jewels, dividends

Finna make me pull a 215 when you pull up in Impalas

Make a jug that’s big enough to cover two baby mommas

Hook:

Oh Lord give me c-notes

They might get me with a repo

But it’s cool I’ll just flip it into three hoes

And make it last

I need chains, I need rank

I need everything

I need Everything Everything Everything

I need Everything Everyday Everyday

(2x)

Second Verse:

I’m riding silent, no need for sirens, I’m good as Gooding

Second nature telling me go back to Sunday papers

As I’m trying to calculate the worth

But first and fifteenth never held my momma’s purse

So I’m riding out, pockets in a drought, I need a re-up

Ain't no RICO gon impede us once we start to fuck the fee up

Middle finger to the landlord if he ever give the lease up

It don’t matter cuz I’m swiping when my name ain’t on the VISA

Bridge:

I just want more from you

I can’t live off a few

So I pray

[Robbery Scene Vocals]

Outro:

I just wanna ride away (8x)