Released on January 1, 2015

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[Verse 1]

Money stacked to the ceiling, I'm tryna stack me a million

Where I'm from, they be killing

All my homies gorillas, I know they mad cuz I'm winning

Can't compare me, I'm different

Everybody know me, boy just like that I'm living

They wanna be me, they hating, got 50 thousand off that franklins

I don't do conversation, unless you talking paper

I know they like that I'm shining, I know they mad cuz I can't

I hit them all with the designer caption, out on everything

Try to cross me if you wind up boy, that's suicide

Pull up flexing, [?]

32 up in my clip, but I gave him 5

I'm from the hood, I was raised on 119


[Hook]

Presidential in my pocket, I'm tryna stack me a mill

They gon' hate cuz I'm hard, all my diamonds is real

Ain't no fake up in my circle, all my killas real

Ain't no fake up in my circle, all my killas drill


[Verse 2]

A lot of money in my pocket, I got lots of commas

Only family and my ass, can't trust no others

No new faces up in my circle, just me and my brothas

I had to cut some people off, they working undercover

They know I'ma start, the fame came a lot been changed

They be on me cuz my name made my diamonds bling

You could catch me switching lanes or I'm in the booth

20 bands up in my mans, [?]

Yo homies fake, so I can't walk with you

On the e way doing 100

I can't wear nothing plain, I wear designer shoes

Presidential up in my pocket, I been thumbing through


[Hook]