[Verse 1: Roddy]
It's f** a loan, get your own
I burn a whole pound for my girl who dead and gone
And I'd trade it all in just to kick it once again
They say play Uncle Sam but I'm like free my Uncle Ben
Where you been? That's what I hear when I spin the bend
But I've been busy on my grizzly n***a I'm a grown man
Young man, if it ain't about no paper then scram
Got me staring at them cards like who the f** dealt me my hand?
I go ham, til I get my mill and forty excellent
And even when I get it b**h I'm still gon' be pitchin'
Plus all they know is gimmie gimmie got injured
You ain't heard gimmie got shot then gimmie went missin'
Yeah, tell all them nosy b**hes mind they business
And all them fake a** n***as keep they distance
And Roddy ain't no k**er but don't push me
But I guarantee it I make them pussies feel me, my n***a
[Hook: Roddy]
My n***as from the bricks say they ain't f**ing with me
All my n***as getting it in say they ain't f**ing- with me
Yeah, b**h I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning fool
My mama raised a winner
My sisters they don't trip cause they ain't f**ing with me
All my n***as in the pen say they ain't f**ing with me
Yeah, b**h I spit it how I live it
Kept it real since the beginning fool
My mama raised a winner
[Verse 2: 3D Na'Tee]
I've been focused my only goal is to stack billions
And give hope to these black children, I'm that brilliant
Far from a Huxtable, Denise was out in Hillman
Meanwhile I'm in New Orleans patience short as Katt Williams
So I ride solo, dolo no time for co-defendents
Talk sh** and I'm sending shots, hope you f**ers photogenic
They hoes admit it, now they stalking my Instagram
Started making paper it turned my haters to instant Stans
[?] spin they hands like Inspector Gadget it's tragic
Where was all of you ba*tards when I had work under that mattress?
[?], oh you n***as was napping?
Now you n***as adapted and I pull up like what's happenin'
In the end though I'm the captain
And not just because rappin'
It's because I made it happen even when n***as was laughin'
Now body, everybody with a verse or with the [?]
f** [?], sh** or get off the potty b**h!
[Hook: Roddy]
[Verse 3: Roddy]
This lil n***a self-made
I couldn't keep a job they asked me how I'm getting paid
I started moving weight they told me n***a pump your brakes
But I've been rolling right past them getting that money all day
A hood full of n***as who'll blast in broad day
I told my homie hold his head my n***a told me stay safe
Got feds on my trail from all this money that I make
Cause it(s) been money over b**hes like Jets always say
I never had no safe, just cash under my bed
Take a walk through that ghetto where that gra** always deep
And like the homie Wiz, sh** my flow Taylor made
Show no love to the girl with short skirts and long legs
A b**h can't get a crumb off of my plate
I'm too hood to give a f**, f** what you think
I'm bound to blow soon b**h n***a give me space
But this that Good Sense Part 2 bet I get paid
[Hook: Roddy]