[Intro: MOBBYFORREST]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got racks to make

Turn into a man

I got racks to make

Turn into a man

It's T.H.U.G Records

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Cyfa Steez]

Baby tell me why you trippin, I got racks to make

Gotta make sure everything around getting straight

A lot of things on my mind, I'm never satisfied

That's why I gotta sacrifice everything for it

You want a Birkin bag, now tell me who's come pay for it?

Been exhausted taking walks, ain't got no foreign

I'm never flexing on Gram, I got bigger plans

Better understand I'm tryna turn into a man

[Verse: Bryvn'Hillx]

Pushing my pedal, tryna get it right

Now I'm tryna turn to a man

They saying you living too fast, it don't matter no more, cause we up in your lane

Niggas like bird's eye, when they creepin, I came from the bad side, we don't bleed it

You taking my bad sides, we got plenty, I stay on the front line, never waiting

I swear that this game is important to me

Can't be out worried bout no bitch

So you going to beef with defeat

Fuck with this, don't rock bro with your drip

Fresh to death, your nigga's deceased

I don't go to therapy, I talk to the priest

My nigga Forrest don't fuck with them trees

I roll one and smoke it anonymously

Yeah, anonymously

So high where them birds can reach

Play with your life, lil' nigga

And you get smoked like gasoline

They sour like tangerines

Making sure I'm the fantasy

Yeah, I am a prophecy

I came from the conquering

Yeah

[Hook: Cyfa Steez]

Baby tell me why you trippin, I got racks to make

Gotta make sure everything around getting straight

A lot of things on my mind, I'm never satisfied

That's why I gotta sacrifice everything for it

You want a Birkin bag, now tell me who's come pay for it?

Been exhausted taking walks, ain't got no foreign

I'm never flexing on Gram, I got bigger plans

Better understand I'm tryna turn into a man

[Verse: MOBBYFORREST]

Listen, listen, big man of the house

I ain't been tryna pay no landlord

Mr. Real Estate and gotta throw some money right in the safe

Need my money real tall, Shaquille, Yao Ming

And a Hellcat

Gotta make sure that we really eatinh before we hit the field

Beauty and the struggle, I bet you already know the drill

Spent a lil some time, they tell me that shit kinda therapeutic

Told my niggas to invest we need some acres to splurge

And lil shawty call me cute

I know she just tryna secure the bag

If I get you Balenci, is you gon take the tag off?

Or nah lil baby?

Lately, I been tryna get as much as I can

You better understand, I'm tryna turn into the man

If I say it's paid in full, then it's all cash

The money

It's all cash

The money

Nigga no cap

No no

[Hook: Cyfa Steez]

Baby tell me why you trippin, I got racks to make

Gotta make sure everything around getting straight

A lot of things on my mind, I'm never satisfied

That's why I gotta sacrifice everything for it

You want a Birkin bag, now tell me who's come pay for it?

Been exhausted taking walks, ain't got no foreign

I'm never flexing on Gram, I got bigger plans

Better understand I'm tryna turn into a man