Marty Baller - First Quarter lyrics

Yeah This got me f**ed up (Hello) I'm Marty Baller Yeah Uh, wonder why these n***as all mad at me (Wonder why these n***as all mad at me) I put in the work and I came from the streets (I put in the work and I came from the streets) I was so hungry I had to go eat (I was so hungry I had to go eat) Now when I smile I got racks on my teeth (Yeah) Shootin in back of the jeep Case n***as actin on me I got the jacket on me Dab me a ratchet on me So don't step in my face Unless you want to get these writs I on my way down to the bank To put my money in the safe Last year being broke, first year being rich In the city like I'm big You can find out where I live New house new crib Late up eat'n ribs Hennessy in the Fridge In the cup minding my biz Uh, wonder why these n***as all mad at me (Wonder why these n***as all mad at me) I put in the work and I came from the streets (I put in the work and I came from the streets) I was so hungry I had to go eat (I was so hungry I had to go eat) Now when I smile i got racks on my teeth (Yeah) Now I can do what I want Don't throw a five on the blunt Call mines to eat lunch Mixing Cîroc with the punch Sipping rosé at a brunch Bring my shorty to the front Buy my shorty what she want Loui Vuitton for the clutch God damn i really made it Walk around my crib naked Chilling and I'm getting faded Came up I was in the basement All I had you that n***a Im starting to feel like that n***a I want my chain to get bigger I want my ring to get bigger (I want my chain to get big, I want my ring to get big) (I want my chain to get big, I want my ring to get bigger) (I want my chain to get big) (I want my chain to get big, I want my ring to get big) (I want my chain to get big, I want my ring to get bigger) (I want my chain to get big) Ah Uh, wonder why these n***as all mad at me I put in the work and I came from the streets I was so hungry I had to go eat Now when I smile I got racks on my teeth I want a plug that flows I want to ride in a Porsche I ride that girl like a horsey I have more boys than Rick Rossy Im trying to cop me a loath Look at these diamonds like floss I want to swerve in my lanes My b**h want to do it the same