[Intro] I don't pay for sh** n***a Fingers ashy but the diamonds glisten so it evens out Money greener than some Brussels sprouts Flip the work I'm like an acrobatic p**y n***a know he don't want static Test Lil Yachty boy its gon' be tragic [Verse 1] [?] yea I made magic Make it happen Yea I'm happy f** the work up like I'm Charlie Sheen Want to be Yachty hah in his dreams I am a real Ben Franklin fiend In high school I made guap off of the beams Serving selling like a mad team I can't cop the Glock unless it got the beam [Interlude] Y'all n***as [?] this motherf**er you feel me Give a f** what you think, give a f** what you thought n***a I just want all my motherf**ing bread blue bills you know what I'm saying I need my blue bills like I was crip or some sh** you feel me I'm 'bout that you feel me I'm 'bout that bread you feel me I ain't Jesus I don't got to break bread, this sh** mine I want all that sh** [Verse 2] My new b**h smell like some cinnamon K take his a** like some vitamins All my n***as f** up the whole f** up Never give a f** I'm stuck If you broke then shut the f** up Lil Yachty I'm next up All of my n***as be riding All of my n***as be shot gun robbing for real Popping like c4 Flyer than g4 I skrt in a two door You faker than decor I squat her like deploy She s**ing on the boy No I'm not a d-boy But I bring the checks in I get that work in Make sure my momma not stressing Make sure my game never resting We working, working like its Christmas time at Walmart p**y n***a don't get smart Chopper, chopper pointing at his heart Better not move n***a Better be cool n***a Silly rabbit n***a softer than a comfy fabric b**h I ball like a f**ing Maverick What's my name