[Verse 1]
These days its like some likes can turn you to a king
That ego boost ain't healthy boy that shit's like a disease
You better get your dollars up before you romp with me
'Cuz Instagram can't save you when I see you in the streets
Oh Lord!
Ronnie got the right amounts
The connects on my cellular got more G's than your bank account
Oh Lord! Ronnie spit that realness
Every verse another truth another scripture
Y'all niggas know that I run shit, y'all niggas running away
Yo bitch look like Wendy Williams, my girl so Hillary Banks
Bahamas, Dos-Side, Paradise, we came here to kill
And fuck a bar-to-bar rap beef, we'll do it for real!
I'm the reason why your favorite rapper dropping in sales
I'm the reason why your girlfriend out here buying the pill
They say the boy ain't got no chill, they say the boy go to hard
Fuck it, I'm doing my part
So fuck what you thought!
Woah!
[Refrain]
As the money comes, I see a bunch of new people
As the money comes, I always tend to lose people
They say that's just the way it goes and that nobody loyal
Truth be told that shit got me paranoid, like
[Hook]
Who the fuck are yall!
Man! Who the fuck are yall (x2)
[Verse 2]
Man! Who the fuck are y'all
All up in my cellular
Tryna learn my business, we ain't friends so please don't try to hit me up
Man who the fuck are yall?! To tell me what to do?
Just stay doing your job don't watch me when I'm making moves
Me, G-Flex and Mani up in Hali making dollars
Giving you that "WOOH! Goddamn! Where'd ya find this?!"
What happened to the friends I had back then? Man, you know I can never tell
They switched up on me so much man it's natural not to care
Just put my city on the map and stack money to my hair
And walk through any street you know the boy don't show no fear
Just wanna make a million dollars and bail my cousin out of jail
'Cuz if this rap shit don't work out then it's right back to the scale!