[Intro]

Uh

Uh, Mob

Ayy Jourdan

Uh, turn me up

Mob

Mob

[Chorus]

This shit wasn't hard, I made a decision

I’m on a mission, I bet it get finished

You wanna be wealthy or wanna be rich?

Nigga gon' stack it or either go spend it

Pop me a bar and it fuck up my mental

If you an opp I'ma see you and end you

I got the Drac’, when he come I'ma get him

Why did I fuck her? That bitch being bitter

I only talk to the streets when I spit it

I only fuck up the check when I'm linen

I'm pouring Wock' to get out of my feelings

Pray to the Glock, only thing I'm committed to

Don't let 'em use you, them bitches be pitiful

Half of a bar only thing that I been into

I know the nigga to call to come finish you

All you bitches be dirty and misеrable

[Verse]

I got the trap locked up with a hеadlock

Don’t miss a package, we trap out a mailbox

FN bullet, it’ll knock off his dreadlocks

I chased an opp when I gave him a head stop

Somebody told and that shit got my man locked

Keep on squeezing this bitch 'til my hand lock

Lets have a trap-off, shit like the sandlot

I’m not a kid but I come out and play a lot

I'ma get out with this drum, I'ma spray a lot

Fat shit go off, everyone spray it out

I fucked a bitch in the car with her legs out

I leave the block when they tell me the Feds out

Shit load of racks what I'm having

Don’t wanna hear it, nigga said he had it

What he was flexing? I threw that in Magic

I run a play on his ass, no Madden

Niggas don't be on money, they be crashing

I got a life and I'm living it lavish

Get on my business and eat without baggage

Show everyone that I'm more than a savage

I got the heart that I got from my daddy

Don't get too comfortable, bitches be nagging

Soon as they fuck Wop bitches go bragging

[?] that they're boyfriend [?]

For real, don't give it up then she know I'ma tag it

Whole lot of shots while we riding in trafic

Just me and Breezy and I ain't just bragging

We got to do it to him if we catch him

It ain't no question, we just gotta stretch him

Hit him with shit and send more than a message

I'ma still kill his ass 'cause he texting

[Chorus]

This shit wasn't hard, I made a decision

I'm on a mission, I bet it get finished

You wanna be wealthy or wanna be rich?

Nigga gon' stack it or either go spend it

Pop me a bar and it fuck up my mental

If you an opp I'ma see you and end you

I got the Drac', when he come I'ma get him

Why did I fuck her? That bitch being bitter

I only talk to the streets when I spit it

I only fuck up the check when I'm leaning

I'm pouring Wock' to get out of my feelings

Pray to the Glock, only thing I'm committed to

Don't let 'em use you, them bitches be pitiful

Half of a bar only thing that I been into

I know the nigga to call to come finish you

All you bitches be dirty and miserable