[Verse 1]

I been smoking gas out of Sprinters

I like stunting in the summertime, so I’m ducking off every winter

Fuck your baby mama once then I’m dipping

Rolling up all kinds of stuff and I’m feeling

Pretty good to be honest, they say more money, more problems

So I got me and I’m counting

She black and educated, and she loves counting, I love her

Fuck a cliché, I been up for three days

Spending money on the freeway, listening to Freeway

Tryna make sure that my team’s straight

And I can barely even see straight

So many bitches you would think a nigga speed dates

And they seek gray every time that they see me

Fuck you saying?

I got loud in this blunt

So when you talkin' shit man say it with your chest

I like moving ‘round when I stunt

My three chains and my heavy neck

Nike life, I want every check

My pockets popping like they heavy set

Heavens yes, give 'em hell, to the death, always rep

That’s a motherfucking bet, hey

[Chorus]

Niggas always running round talking bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it

Fuck a price, if the pack’s still right then I'm all in

Tell em right now, if it ain’t cash they can hold it

Niggas die young, living fast, might crash cause I’m on one

Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else

I want it all in a rush, like it ain’t nothing else

I’m just smoking on good gas, like it ain’t nothing else

I’m just tryna get the big bags, till it ain’t nothing left

[Verse 2]

I got two brand new bitches chilling in a condo

Blunt costs more than your car note, good gas get me higher than a pilot, auto

Good gas, blast off like a rocket, Otto

Walk in sack, like give me, all those

No wait, right now, pronto

Black horse coupe riding ‘round, Tonto

Let me be clear, I am the man of the minute, the hour, the month, and the year

Living Huxtable, comfortable, let’s get a couple of chills

You can not fuck with us yeah

My whole set when we smile have ghost heads, oh yes

On, and we ain’t even on yet

Won’t be long, let’s celebrate what we have, nigga looking on some

And yeen ain’t no money yeen getting round with ya

Ain’t talking bout nothing, ain’t got nothing, money you fine

Back to back, kicking shit, hackey sack

Or acrobats, flipping that, [?]

[Chorus]

Niggas always running round talking bout some motherfucking pressure, hold it

Fuck a price, if the pack’s still right then I'm all in

Tell em right now, if it ain’t cash they can hold it

Niggas die young, living fast, might crash cause I’m on one

Talking like it’s just us, ain’t nothing else

I want it all in a rush, like it ain’t nothing else

I’m just smoking on good gas, like it ain’t nothing else

I’m just tryna get the big bags, till it ain’t nothing left