[Verse 1: Gillie Da Kid]

See its nothing I fear, run and tell 'em that

Philly's in here no you go tell 'em Gillie's in here

I don't bust up in the air hear the cops come

Hell if I care I'mma throw a couple in ya hair

Let's the bullets just tear

Doctors got to try to fucking repair

Brain fragments now you in that wheelchair

The new Guccis they be twelve hundred a pair

That's 600 a sneaker but it's free for you to stare

Diamonds glare off that boy spent a hundred that's the player rate

What I dropped on jewelry that's the salary the mayor make

Show you how to bake a cake

Get it in soft cook it up to hard

Take it to the plate chop it down

Move it to the block get it off

Can't accumulate the drama we getting all the money we be seeing

Benz's BM's balling so hard we should be on ESPN

I ain't with that he say hommie

And you know how we play hommie

Big ice only me diamond cuts I love is the DJ hommie

[Verse 2: Bump J]

This ain't fear run tell 'em that the figures in here

Know it's Bump when you see that nine mill

Hell ya it's my year I'm about to eat it up

Beat it up you see it what

Hold up hold up Bump speed it up

Got the game in a hold and I can't let go

Don't know better ask about me

See you niggas get mad but the money in the bag got dragged

You see it's steady piling

Green, green, Benny, Benny

Hit a nigga back with the semi

And he got another in the k

If you owe hey you better come gimme gimme

Trust that when we roll out know this

Goon on the side he hold it focused

Focused in the club we smoking

Smoking better not provoke us

Up the chain before you see that flame

Might have him on the block boy all in pain

Quit playing 'bout all them games

Leave shawty wet life falling rain

Better know when I press that thing I'm accurate you could trust this aim

That fact is that I'm laughing at you through the scope if you think you could get out this frame

Still get it on the block that change

Since the rims and drop done change

B thought he, he, he, you dudes just not the same

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

A millionaire in my bag that was just my first gear