[Intro]

(Buckroll on the beat)

[Chorus]

They asking what I do

Turn this onion into two

All I know is money moves

When I'm running through the food

Tell a bitch to send a nude

Cause I’m pebbing down a 2s

Now she thinks I'm being rude

But I ain't even in the mood

I’m always on my grind

So it's only right I shine

Niggas saying it's my time

I'm just running through the nine

Doing numbers in my Nikes

Gave my nigga Lin a nine

Tryna stop a niggas grind

Cuzzy told me to just rhyme

[Verse 1]

I'm focused on my rap

Made a killing in the trap

All I know is kitty cats

In the kitchen bring it back

And I got dinners in my pot

Can't be in n out my spot

I'm tryna get the grub to lock

Put some magic in the pot

And I just whip it til it's rock

Cali looking like it’s snot

And I’m probably on your block

For this paper not the drop

Sixteen rackers on the watch

On the chain another 10

I ain't into making friends you know I’m comfy on the ends

Prolly pulled up in a Benz

I'm just tryna make amends

Told the kitty's I got peng

Now I'm up and down the steps

Tee hit me off his tech

Said he’s home in couple secs

In the gym I'm doing reps

Even though I got the spin

And it's filled up to the brim

Making money from a sim

I got Bobby like I'm Jim

Free my niggas off the wing

Blowing money like the wind

Prolly testing out my ting

And I miss my nigga bing

You know I got my nigga dread

[Chorus]

They asking what I do

Turn this onion into two

All I know is money moves

When I'm running through the food

Tell a bitch to send a nude

Cause I'm pebbing down a 2s

Now she thinks I'm being rude

But I ain't even in the mood

I'm always on my grind

So it's only right I shine

Niggas saying it's my time

I'm just running through the nine

Doing numbers in my Nikes

Gave my nigga Lin a nine

Tryna stop a niggas grind

Cuzzy told me to just rhyme

[Verse 2]

Back then we split a zed

Then we come up with these pebs

In a rental running reds

Give a fuck about a fed

More time I'm in the whip

Tryna order quarter brick

In my trackie like a kit

And I can't ever go legit

500 every step

I ain't taking any check

No comment to the met

At the table with some bosses

I don't even mention losses

New machine and I just copped it

Treat the trap house like a office

Niggas browsing me I'm shopping

Niggas telling me I'm popping

I can't end up in a coffin

Niggas on me I just off him

Let my nigga bundo cop it

Used to go half on the profit

Love the come up now we boss it

Hating niggas call it flossing

Same time we ain't stopping

Big pendants for the losses

Smith Wesson in my pocket

Bad vibes and I'll just cock it

I ain't even into gossip

It's bi-carb when I wash it

Seen my nigga turn a slime

For this money and the shine

Had my nigga doing time

[Chorus]

They asking what I do

Turn this onion into two

All I know is money moves

When I'm running through the food

Tell a bitch to send a nude

Cause I'm pebbing down a 2s

Now she thinks I'm being rude

But I ain't even in the mood

I'm always on my grind

So it's only right I shine

Niggas saying it's my time

I'm just running through the nine

Doing numbers in my Nikes

Gave my nigga Lin a nine

Tryna stop a niggas grind

Cuzzy told me to just rhyme