[Intro]
I'm on it (x2)
When we in the club
b**hes hit the pole
Mommy get to t**ng
Money on the floor
'Cuz my n***as right here
We right here (x3)
[Verse 1]
Yung won't stop 'till I make it rich
Call me for a feature if you want a hit
Mommy gonna call 'cuz she want the dick
And I be going hard like I'm made of bricks
But I'm made of winning
n***a never made a brick
When I hit the club
I got women wanna take a pic
n***as keep your day job
Yung Saran k**ing sh**
Rap game mine and these n***as that I'm dealing with
Young braided n***a
And these hoes, they be feeling it
Intelligent n***a, but that liquor bring out the ingonrance
Hoes be trying to flirt, liquor got them belligerent
Telling mommy to twerk, that a** it get to jiggling
Riley about his work
I'm all about them benjamins
Going in for the cake
Cutting right through the middlemen
Beats I gotta bake
Tracks I leave them sizzlin
Getting fresh in my socks
Strapping out like some gentlemen
[Hook]
When we in the club
b**hes hit the pole
Mommy get to t**ng
Money on the floor
'Cuz my n***as right here
We right here (x3)
When we in the club
Liquor gonna flow
Mommy can you work it
Baby let me know
'Cuz my n***as right here
We right here (x3)
[Verse 2]
b**hes hatin already
Your n***a ain't even signed
Steady losing my patience
I blame it all on my grind
Focus on where I'm going
Y'all haters can 9 to 5
You s**ers can stay away
Y'all f**ers wasting my time
We popping off at the mall
Chilling chasing them digits
Every n***a that hate
I'ma take it out on your b**hes
Beat that p**y so vicious
I leave it out of commission
Schooling these f**ing s**ers
Y'all all should pay me tuition
Young reezy [?] or Riley Freeman
They shaking it when they see me
Love hitting that p**y
Its sweeter than diabetes
Love making this money and break it up with my n***as
The more we step out this b**h
All these b**hes is coming with us
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Money over the b**hes
I'm MLB [?] to the grave
Got nothing over the ends
Except a couple of friends
We steady looking for paper
It must be calling my name
n***a i ain't Obama
I'm tired of messing with change
Money for rainy days
Portfolio full of stocks
Have a couple of chickens to sit around looking pretty
These n***as doubting my ways
How many hits do I got
Aside from chasing these riches
I do it all for my city
Tryna put in position
And get my n***as these riches
Steady plotting my moves
These haters is opposition
But really who competition
I'm always gonna be on top
Like missionary with b**hes
And give a f** what you thought
How the hell could I flop
When these bangers I make is hitting
Its only a small percentage
Of everything that I got
Story telling is big
A reckless n***a like pac [?]
Rondo [?] in this recording
I triple double my knots
[Hook]