[Verse 1: TWO32]

I woke up thinking ‘bout money today

Hit my bitch off with the stick like I’m Lee

Cuz I know how often shawty feelings could sway

Ain’t about dollars don’t get in my face

I got a new set of problems

And I would be lying if I said I ain’t feel a way

Fuck all that shit cuz my n***as ain’t paid

We still starving like it’s 2008

I’m still balling I make due everyday

Know some hood n***as that ran up a M

Know some hood n***as that don’t do the film

They’ll shoot you if you think you hot like you Mims

Shoutout my loc n***as

Shoutout my brims

I don’t bang a set but still with it for real

Chopper screaming and I bet that he squeal

Keep thinking I won’t and I bet you I will

Know that these n***as don’t know how it feel

To struggle your whole life this shit get too real

Taking these puffs until I get a thrill

She sucking me up cuz I got her new heels

Think way too much take a toll on my will

Still grinding from Monday to Monday for real

Burner turn a n***a asthmatic

He be chest grabbing like he copping a feel

Woah

I don’t think that he was ready

Yeah

You know that dank on me heavy

Pull all my weight like a levy

Don’t come for my shooter he keep that bitch steady

Yeah damn

Popped like confetti

Picked up the drop then I told him come get me

Did too much shit by myself to be looking for help

So there’s nothing left to really tell me

Yeah

[Chorus: TWO32]

I got bragging rights so bitch I’m cocky

Keep a loaded clip my lips a glocky

If you looking for me you can find me

See through these fake ass n***as like Dasani

Imma make a bill ain’t no prollies

All for Reign and Isys and Liani

And my four little princes of the posse

Fucking with that then this shit getting rocky

Unload the tommy do his body sloppy

All of that sucks shit is getting old

I ain’t got nothing on me we could go

A verse or a hook whatever it’s gone blow

Know I ain’t selling nothing for the low

Yeah I’m the shit babygirl and I know

Bet on myself cuz these fuck n***as won’t

Cuz all that I know I won’t bend I won’t fold

I got bragging rights so bitch I’m cocky

Keep a loaded clip my lips a glocky

If you looking for me you can find me

See through fake ass n***as like Dasani

Imma make a bill ain’t no prollies

All for Reign and Isys and Liani

And my four little princes of the posse

Fucking with that then this shit getting rocky

[Verse 2: TWO32]

I would think if you knew better you’d do better

But it seems that I’m surrounded by some idiots

If you wanting beef with me just know you’re ill equipped

And I won’t ever start it but best believe that I finish it

Better go and brush up on your pen and shit

There’s a reason that when I spit they remember it

Fuck that in and out the bank shit

In and out the safe

They can’t freeze it if they try to throw me in the prison

And what’s on me got me stank bitch

I’m good from hat to lace bitch

I sleep on satin cases

I had to hit the lane switch

I ain’t like the lot of these n***as cover my bases

College is the only time n***as skipped out on payments

Suddenly I’m deaf every time that he try to say shit

Cuz I ain’t tryna hear it don’t really care what he saying

Not even formidable why the fuck is you playing

You talking hot shit not the slightest piece of me anxious

I hate all these n***as

Bang on these n***as

Changed like I figured

Bars, let it rain on these n***as

Then I switched up my game and I sang on these n***as

Move like a lame I might swang on these n***as

Hire a hand and pay to prey on these n***as

Since I pay the price of fame I can’t be the hitter

I can’t respect his shit if he can’t state his issue

Got me hot like a torch and I’m ‘bout to flame all these n***as

Back

With a new attack

I could never slack

Know that shit a fact

They gone run this back

Hit the pack

Lac

Finna get the racks

I’m what I attract

Get it stat

Rabbit out a hat

How did he do that?

Whack

Knowing that you cap

Tryna give me dap

Owe me racks

Never made it back

Thought we had a pact

Rat

Everything collapse

That shit hella scrapped

Get a sack

Roll ‘em back to back

Cuz I can’t relax

[Chorus: TWO32]

I got bragging rights so bitch I’m cocky

Keep a loaded clip my lips a glocky

If you looking for me you can find me

See through these fake ass n***as like Dasani

Imma make a bill ain’t no prollies

All for Reign and Isys and Liani

And my four little princes of the posse

Fucking with that then this shit getting rocky

Unload the tommy do his body sloppy

All of that sucks shit is getting old

I ain’t got nothing on me we could go

A verse or a hook whatever it’s gone blow

Know I ain’t selling nothing for the low

Yeah I’m the shit babygirl and I know

Bet on myself cuz these fuck n***as won’t

Cuz all that I know I won’t bend I won’t fold