Lyrics from Snippet [Intro] Mm-mm, testing my gangsta lately, like ni**as don't get no money, for real Ain't stepping on no sh*t You already know, for real Yeah, yeah [Verse] If you ain't getting money, come tap in Run it up and then flex with the backend I was just down in the struggle like trapped in Ain't gon' speak on the sh*t I did back then I'm presidential, now pull up in black tint All the problems I had on my life, that ain't never change nothing But I swear that the racks did Most of these ni**as like b*tches posting guns on the 'Gram But that ain't really new, catfish My b*tch [?] adlib Hit the gas, make the coupe do a backflip My account balance look like a tracklist ni**a try take some from me, bet I smack, b*tch Need a b*tch like Serena who [?] the racks fu*k ni**as want me in caskets Bro copped the thirty and shot for the basket, blrrr I keep my feet up, they count my cheese up Can bring my gun and a ni**a get beat up She feel my gun, she think she got my...