[Verse one:]
Look we've been real
Since fifteen we've been trill
You needa chill
Nobody knows I ain't feel
Neat wheel kamato and these n***as on my mama
Keep the spank next to my heart and stay the f** away from the drama
I see the lemonade
n***as in the hood like damn it
Y'all can really need it
I'm uh walkin' in the streets, you know
How to stay cheesy, how to remain real
Have s** with b**hes kin cause it's f** how they feel
[Verse two:]
Fast money or no money
I'm getting D off your hoe money
Let's get it fresh, no bummy sh**
I just be on my money sh**
What the f** n***a? You used to f** the words
You used to f** the rap on that money sh**
Big cannon, see these guns?
Nick Cannon my youngest drum
Retards my youngest dumb
Record labels they pot the sh**
Listenin' to hot boys
In the hot whip with a hot b**h
And she from the projects
Her big bros bang that f**in' fire
So let's say that sh** – youngest n***a alive
[Hook:] X2
I got my hoes workin'
I got my b**hes on the pole
They keep that a** t**n'
That money comin', dollars flowin'
b**h grab all that money
And bring that sh** right back to daddy
Now a n***a stuntin'
I do this sh** for my young G's
[Verse three:]
Broke n***as, broke hoes
That's that sh** I don't like
Laid back, white coupes
Speakers soundin' like bullfights
Trae Tha Truth and I'm on flight cla**
Wardrobe like 24 flights
I'm still a king in these streets of mine
p**y n***as got no rights
If I hit the club I'm like Tyga Rack City
They know I'm a boss like Ross and big Lil'
I ain't got a check on deck then you silly
Never pay a b**h with no a** and no titties
Chain that I got like Mexico City
Chemical to work, I met you like really
The money go into full speed, no Hemmy
If a n***a want beef I'm fully, no semi
Damn right cause I got it
Money hoes clothes exotic
Anything you talkin' I'm 'bout it
Too many paparazzi, I'm spotted
I ain't worried about, I got loks on
Like my forward tittie, a few spokes on
Haters mad as hell cause our hope is gone
They can get playbacks like our broken songs
Shake like you could tell them that it's show time
I'm in the back though the n***as know to show signs
Two cups, I'm pullin' my full 9
Somebody's b**h get ricked, no rhymes
Young G, yea I got more hoes
Punch line, yea I got more blows
I'll go, yea I got more goals
Tell them n***as wake up, I want those
[Hook:] X2
[Verse four:]
Hey look I f** a thot, f** a cop, f** a op
I hit them all, I hit your b**h, I hit that block
Phone t**n', b**hes workin', money flowin'
Blunts lit, pills popped, drink flown'
Aye if that b**h for me why didn't that b**h just hold it?
No n***a spit game, she already goin'
One hundred n***as with me and they all tordy
Me and my tour twins, we both smokin'
Let the child explain, bruh
Glock 9's in they case bruh
My OG's move OZ's
We do this sh** every day bruh
Tatted like amigos
I'm getting' fresh like my free clothes
My sponsor, it maybe mama
We honor that G code
Real P's do real things
f**ed n***as get f**ed up
Bad b**hes come to my house
My young n***as stay turnt up
Body bags for all y'all
Whole clip for your whole gang
Yo b**h talk about me like she Hank Hill and I'm propane
[Hook:] X2