[Verse 1: Queen B]

Late night was up, tryna feed my hungry son

And I ain't ate all day, I know I'm not the only one

Ruth Chris, but we started on the dollar menu

Money been calling my name, I ain't got time to feel you

These niggas hands out, They acting like you owe them something

Told them leave my life if they ain't real enough, they always bluffing

Always on go, so no I don't follow the rules

And no I'm not the shooter, he in the cut, holding the tool

They asking bout my whereabouts

They wanna know what Bri been bout

Like where she from and who she know and what the fuck she mean about

And I just kick it, they mimic, I'm chilling rolling blizzies

My flow so sickening, they missing, my palms just started itching

Yea. And I'm just playing on this beat

Graduated from hungry, now I'm bout to get greedy, yea

Just rolled another blunt, bout to roll another one

Told that nigga, I ain't got no time that money make me cum

Pretty ass smile, nice waist, perfect titties

Residing in Baltimore, the streets, hottest city

Rest in peace bro, all I know is get money

Can't see the hate over there, my side is looking sunny

Took a while to figure out, I know just where I'm going

I know the world and who I am and now its time to show it

Jack of all trades, I'm laid back so I don't need the light

Always been a chill bitch, never really with the hype

[Verse 2: Main Attrakktion]

Said with the hype

Rest in peace Lil Snupe, I probably cop a four door I probably cop a coup

Rest in peace Lil Snupe, I probably cop a four door I probably, yea

I'm 27 now and yea the goal is heaven now

My thoughts in disarray, let's cool the fucking kettle down

My parents wild, but if I call my dad a coward then I

I be wrong, my vibe is two tone, and she know she dead wrong, yea

But I got something to say, they call me Malcolm 3k

And I'm stressed, but I know my granny okay

It's been like 5 or 6 years now, I'm mobbin

Say I'm shaking backing out of town

And this me, I'm just figuring it out

My third eye and my faith got me in and then out

The church they pray and they shout, while I'm suicidal

But I'm going hard, so my wins negate my L's

[Hook: Main Attrakktion]

And I know, this for sure

Money clean, and it grows

And I know, this for sure

Money clean, and it grows

[Bridge: Main Attrakktion]

Heaven or hell nigga, two ways

Choose wisely

It's Carter next, no Jay Z, but he's here to body

Aye meek fuck with us yo

Queen B Sparked it off

Simi Stylezz got the anchor leg

[Verse 3: Carter]

My pen filled up with venom

Lyrically I be killing shit, Hennessy in my system

Got me filled up with adrenaline, mind state militant

These niggas claim they sick as this, but I ain't really feeling it

You niggas just some middle men, come straight to the source

I see it, I like it, I leave with it, don't ask bout the cost

Dripping in sauce, stones in my cross, you losers is lost

And I be smoking gas, the room filled with exhausted

These bitches panties is lost, while they Uber be waiting

I spent a lot on this Bathing Ape, I'm just making a statement

Don't we die for these niggas because a lot of them hating

Got me dressed in all black like I'm matching the pavement

You wack, overrated, frustrated, and mad

Shit is just trash, it's comedy to me, I just listen and laugh

Nigga all jokes aside, we'll never coincide

You'll never be on my level, bars never cold as mines nigga

[Verse 4: Simi Stylezz]

Tell me what you want more, the women or the top floor

I'll take the linen, I'm chilling, I'm in my top 4

When you chase the money, the women, they want to top yours

Im in the drop, I'm Ye without the OP

No cap, I'm letting the bells ring with the strap

I love to let them think the things free with the app

Till they get the pressing the moment I'll let it snap

Like a couple bottles and bitches laid on they back

Me and my niggas get it the gutter way

My nigga say less, I'm barely giving a fuck away

Ain't shit free, you got to pay it some other way

I seen ya bitch choosing, I'm bout to give her the tuck her way

That's that Chris shit, Banging on that KRIT

Don't be pushing on my buttons if you ain't bout to fuck with it

Got a lot of ways Jay Critch, Bitch I'm hot, Hey

Bruno couldn't put a pinky ring to the top, shit

How you supposed to swag, yo you know I'm nice as any

One them New York cats came and told me that's a fendi

Going shot for shot, shit we both gon need bout 20

Going shot for shot, shit you know your boy Simi

Get this shit jumping like a lobby full of Genji

Do it for the culture popping bottles of that Henney

All these rappers acting, need to give they ass an Emmy

Chilling in my robe, viewing movies scored by Kenney