{Chorus}

Hopped into the booth I just made another hit

Two thick bitches making love in my whip

Remember I was broke had to hit a couple licks

Now I'm counting all this money you would think I was a lick

But I don't give a fuck nigga I'm just doing me

Made my own wave and I made it out the streets

Balling on these niggas you would think I'm in the league

Hugh Hefner on these bitches do whatever that I please

{Verse 1}

Getting to the money getting to the paper

Used to call me dumb in high school now these bitches think I'm clever

When I dropped Red Bottoms they said that I'm next up

I'm a legend in the making I don't plan on stopping now nigga

I got bitches different flavors tryna be my honey

I ain't worried bout these bitches stacking up my money

And my city love me like I'm Drake in the 6

Too much lean in my cup think I just poured a 6

{Verse 2}

I treat the beat like we fucking then I make it cum

Came into the game like Houdini then I fucked it up

If a bitch talking shit prolly cause I curved her

If a nigga hating on me prolly cause I fucked his bitch

{Verse 3}

Living in the hills with my niggas yea we made it

911 Porsche two seater and it's tinted

And Mozzy gone slide in a Maserati Coupe

And if you see me out in public with some shades cause I'm fucked up

{Verse 4}

All these bitches wanna fuck me cause I’m rich now

Remember days a nigga used to wear the same clothes

Now a nigga switch clothes like I switch flows

Dropped out of school I made a living off this rap shit

Put my all into this shit know that one day Ima make it

Diamonds hitting like Javonte Davis in the ring

I be spitting facts ain’t no fufu in my rap cuz

Niggas talking all that shit I heard your mans a rat tho

{Verse 5}

I be getting to the money yeah I know they envy me

I’m sick of all these niggas tryna rap like me

I’m sick of all these niggas tryna dress like me

I’m sick all these niggas tryna be like me

I’m tired of being humble ima come out with the facts

You niggas ain’t spitting shit

Mumble in your rap

I heard your song bro I would want to quit too

Niggas thinking that it’s cool walking around like fools

{Verse 6}

Call me Bob the builder walk around with a toolie

I’m a vet in the streets I ain’t playing like no rookie

If you you try to touch me i hit you with that oooowi

Let my bruthas handle you like we playing call of duty

Whichever whip I’m driving that depends on the weather

My bitch be feeling herself she can’t get any wetter

She got my dick in her mouth call topic of discussion

I’ve been living life nigga everyday a movie

{Chorus}

Hopped into the booth I just made another hit

Two thick bitches making love in my whip

Remember I was broke had to hit a couple licks

Now I’m counting all this money you would think I was lick

But I don’t give a fuck(stop) nigga I’m just doing me

Made my own wave and I made it out the streets

Balling on this niggas you would think I’m in the league

Hugh Hefner on these bitches do whatever that I please