We was blowing up the Os down in the basement

Feel revived when I count up on all these dead face

We was counting up zeros down in the vacant

Steady vibe around all these walking dead mans

We was bumping up the bass down in the basement

Can’t forget the days niggas were shorting on ten cents

Reminiscing about the days when niggas were sliding for hundred bands

Sipping drank reminiscing times I post up corner-store

Reminiscing bout thе times I used to sleep on dirty floors

Said, I was down bad, I was dead brokе taking my medicals

Now a nigga up, count a lil cash, count that USD

Before he turned his back on me we counted like hundred Gz

They think I’m ATL young nigga way to outta here

I took another thriller now I’m way too outta here

I pour, I pour, I pour, I pour a 4, I’m outta here

I pour, I pour, I pour, I pour a 4, I’m outta here

Paris, London, Italy, NYC, we outta here

If I take a puff of the good good, sip on the good drank, I’m outta here

We outta here, yeah

I was fuck another hoe, and then it fainted

Tryna pour up dirty sprite spill on my dirty vans

I was pouring up the 4, it had me lazy

Bitch I got another Glock, its with my lady

Always cop another joint it had me lazy

All this gold that’s on my body they think I’m satan

When I switch to another flow, they think I’m Lucifer

When I switch to another flow, I’m reaching greatness

And my mind is on another level racing

When I skr skirt on that vert, it had me swerving

This ain’t not no Lamborghini, its a Corvette

This ain’t not no Lamborghini, its a Corvette

I’m the only nigga who can fucking claim her

I’m the only one who made love to you Jezebel

This ain’t not no Lamborghini, its a Corvette

This ain’t not no Lamborghini, its a Corvette

Rubber bands on my hands, steady counting like fifty bands

Hundred racks is in the safe, one milli is on the way