[Verse 1: Nines]
Them hoes used to diss when we all was bruck
Now I make that money stretch like it's warming up
I hit that b**h one time now she's acting like she knows me cah I made her strip like the front line
f** a party I ain't got time to rave
Got a Ferrari in the microwave
Me and my girl went on holiday
Let my worker hit the sales like Boxing Day
I'm tryna stick to the plan
I ain't visiting the San Siro when I fly into Milan
I'm a boss on the street 12 bills that's the cost of my sneaks
Crocodile no Lacoste on my feet
Pulling up in German whips with no lease
Sold grease then my pockets went obese
Even though I'm a star I'm out selling coke
Your chicks staring at a star I never telescope
[Hook: Lyrican]
I got money on my mind
I swear im gonna win even if it k**s me
I got money on my mind
The only way I'm gonna rest is if these motherf**ers k** me
I got money on my mind
I swear im gonna win even if it k**s me
The only way I'm gonna rest is if these motherf**ers k** me
[Verse 2: Nines]
I told Fatz he don't need to do stick ups
Cah when I pick up I'm getting six packs and I don't do sit ups
She saw how I bling, walk in the strip club and throw dough
All them b**hes call me lord of the rings
Am I bugging out or am I getting followed by feds
If her body looks dead then I'll just probably get head
When them paigons tried to slide through
I was in the dinger hangin out the window with a big mac like a drive thru
Woman from home alone, birds all around me
Ball so hard Arsene Wenger wanna scout me
I copped my YG a Ridgeback, pebs up in his mouth like a tic tac
Then I taught him how to whip crack
Left him round a box like a gift wrap
My baby mum said the fame gets to my head
Told her give it a rest like a fed cause I got...
[Chorus]