[Chorus]

I made a lot of money this damn week (goddamn)

Tryna count it all up now I can't sleep (goddamn)

Don't you worry bout my raps, that's hoe shit (goddamn)

Now they worried 'bout five racks, that's broke shit

[Verse 1]

On the top of the world and I'm straight coastin', oh shit

Bitch, you motherfuckers been the sus' type

I would bleed for this shit, whats your blood type?

I'ma leave the doors locked and you ain't got the right key, kinda similar to Lil' Yachty one night

I'm a boss, all my homies carry pumps, right

Type of dudes to put your body in the trunk, right

Put my heart in this game, that's my love life

Know I'm gonna win, I can feel it in my gut

That's [?] life, fuck life

Working cause the whole gang needs this

Spend racks on Gucci, off Gucci Gang remix

All you lil' bitches need Jesus

Being down on your knees is not preaching, see bitch?

I don't know what kind of drugs that y'all on

I got no plan in my life I can fall on

If I don't make it I promise that y'all won't

I do not speak in my [?], like

Thanks for my business I'm taking it all

I ain't into making money, y'all fakers and frauds

I keep it rollin', never had any practice involved

Late to the paper, you lost

They ain't ever breaking our walls

[Chorus]

I made a lot of money this damn week

Tryna count it all up now I can't sleep

Don't you worry bout my raps, that's hoe shit

Now they worried 'bout five racks, that's broke shit

[Verse 2]

'Bout to put this whole game into Motion, notice

We ain't ever gonna be compared in the same lane

I hate Lanez, buddy had [?] on my bank [?]

You ain't sane thinking you can play in the same game

I can't be sure that you'd ever be safe

Aim for headshots only, no trophies

I'm the best rapper ever, don't quote me

Don't you call be my cover if you don't know me

Get slumped if you standing too closely

Ain't nobody gon' hit me like that

Swear that y'all rappers don't know how to rap

Tell me, whats that? Literally gonna be stuck in a trap

Look where I'm at, live down the block

'Cause of the way that [?]

I'll never stop working my life away, hitting the top

How many people are getting that spot?

Not many, I'm deadly

These motherfuckers wanna play me, but they not ready

I know there's so much talking, it's so often

Need a king [?], you'll get tossed

[Chorus]

I made a lot of money this damn week (yeah, this week)

Tryna count it all up now I can't sleep (goddamn)

Don't you worry bout my raps, that's hoe shit (stop watching)

Now they worried 'bout five racks, that's broke shit

[Outro]

About to put this whole game into motion, notice (what?)