[Intro]

I be rolling with some legends, legends

Fuck rap I'm a legend, legend

I've been rolling with some legends, legends

Fuck rap I'm a legend

[Verse]

I said no one from the Hill never done it like this

Last night I had a dream I had a hundred white bricks

No one from the Hill never done it like this

I've been moving like Boogie, blowing money like Mitch

Don't try me, I'm from the city where thе skinny hittas ride

I see diamonds glistening and bright

Lizzy on your head back, killеrs wishing for your life

Fuck your dead crack, I can go and whip a brick of light

I've been getting that Christina

Stretching that Tulisa, she gets me L.V.'d up

Every city needs her, whizzing in a Beema

Britany in the freezer, sit it on Tanita's

I'm tryna see a mill off this kitchen counter

I need enough bricks that I can build a house up

I need it fresh off the boat

Bet your favourite rapper's never seen a box of blow

Red nose tip, chocolate coke

Little hittas round me that'll lock and load

Grind late, five-eight for four four's of yay

Might take the next racks, just a call away

Really getting it, seven fifth just to spoil H

You can't talk to me, stop talking, wait

Cause you can't talk to me unless you're talking weight

I've got enough grub to shut down your estate

We're getting money over here, I'm gon' ball out

We're throwing money in the air and watch it fall down

Real hustlers get back up after they fall down

Money fell short, it's back tall from a small town

I can go any strip and put coke on it

If them boys ever grab me then it's no comment

Wake up in the morning, fresh cream with my coffee

I don't wanna pay more than seventeen for my Bobby

Stretching yay, everyday I count profit

Bands make her dance, she wan' bounce on it

Bad B's on me in every city

She paid five bags just so she could get some titties

Tell my chicks "I ain't a rapper, this is all for real"

I hopped out the sherbet looking like a quarter mill

No big muscles, big heart and balls of steel

WAG's wan' know me cah I ball for real

Tell these little fishes "I've been on"

I send my hittas on a mission in the ding-dong

Get corn on site then you're gone

I want a mizzy and a fizzy and a four long

I'm getting busy in the city, getting raw gone

Lizzy and the kitty off the Britany that I walk on

Should I say step on? Onto the next one

Out here really getting money like them West dons

All my bruddas slap corn and they've cracked jaws

Mad raw had me blowing in a black Porsche

Trap hard, ringing for a pack more

I birthed trap stars, I'm a trap lord