[Pre-Chorus]

It's a cold bullet from the one i love

It's a love letter from the end of a gun

Like a straight jacket on my aching lungs

Yet my money still coming up

[Chorus]

Baby, I get this bag for fun

And tell my competition I ain't done

'Cause when they go and my, feta comes

They won't have 99 problems

They'll only have one

[Verse]

Hailing from where the southside ends

Where they watch the money go out and come in

I feel it running to me like a sixth sense

And when you see that cheese coming in it look dense

Yeah, this how the underbelly moves

Cash in green and vermillion hues

I stay lowkey don't watch news

You know I'm verified how my cheques in blue

[Pre-Chorus]

It's a old bullet from the one i love

It's a love letter from the end of a gun

Like a straight jacket on my aching lungs

Yet my money still coming up

[Chorus]

Baby, I get this bag for fun

And tell my competition I ain't done

'Cause when they go and my, feta comes

They won't have 99 problems

They'll only have one