[Intro]

(Al Geno on the track)

(You gotta hear that beat, Otto)

Don't do that

You know that money like oxygen

And I'm rockin' model for the rest of the year

I ain't gotta go to designer, I am designer

Change like—

[Verse]

A nigga get the ups on me, I bet I bust right back

Some shit I just can't let you see, can't give my trust like that

This chopper hit you, bet your heart'll stop

Young shot a nigga at a barbershop, I knew that he was cut like that

I ain't gon' lie, I keep that fire, ain't tryna catch a fade

Ain't frontin' niggas, got a bag from me, I bet you're paid

I'm lookin' forward, I'm not thinkin' 'bout my yesterdays

My neck full of diamonds, nigga, look at what that pressure made

Where I'm from, we treat that Chevy like a Lambo', nigga, mount it up

I make music for the trappers and them niggas in that county stuff

When them plays hit my phone, I go make 'em and just count it up

That ten eight get 'em gone quick enough, I raise the bounty up

I can show you how to make them bands fly

When you keep it real, that's when they treat you like the bad guy

I slowed down on a pill, one night, a nigga almost passed out

I ain't get no sleep in 'bout a week, I got a bag eye

Nigga, get it? I got bags on my eyes

They might bite the banana, they see me passin' my ride

But I ain't stoppin', nigga, just gon' have to bite that bitch

I know in their head, they thinkin' I don't like that shit

Stayed down 'til I got my cash right

Keep a gun, I told my runner, "Make sure that them bags tight"

Like my spinner with the money, shot a movie last night

It's disrespectful to my diamonds when you use your flashlight (Nigga)

I just bought a fifty pack, it was seventeen five

Nigga got your partner whacked, when you seen him, you ain't slide

I be coolin', layin' back, but I got a mean side

That boy ain't got no smoke with me, know how I know? 'Cause he ain't die

I ain't tryna be no gangster, you know I'm a player, nigga

But don't ever let that fool you, I'll still spray a nigga

All that swag, I gave it to you, I should make you pay a nigga

Bought a bag of lotta smoke, but I just might sell some

A nigga called me broke and I said a prayer for him

Forgive him, Lord, he know not what he speak

Nigga, I ain't scared of nothin', I know that God got me

Everything I do, I conquer, I'm a hard body

And my nieces know their uncle goin' hard about 'em

My opp's a eagle, a monster, they brought that boy up out me

Don't do that