作词 : Anton Gololobov/Dominique Jones/Ryan Hartlove/William Boyette

作曲 : Anton Gololobov/Dominique Jones/Ryan Hartlove/William Boyette

Chrome Heart jeans look kinda dumb with the Amiris

Some would call it crazy, half a ticket on some earrings

At it for a decade, had a plug when I was sixteen

PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams

Two things I ain't running out, this money and this lean

Two things I care about, my family and my team

We was supposed to keep it on the low, but why you scream

Balling like the playoffs, I was tryna get a ring

Penthouse in Miami

Pretty vibes wilding out like they work for the county

Tell that bitch to have a seat, I know that she can't stand it

Tell them boys it's **** 'em all, ain't got no understanding

Legend in my neighborhood for real, free [?]

Keeping my composurе, I'm on chill, I can't panic

They say I wouldn't make it past two years, but I managеd to

You supposed to go with how you feel, I'm not mad at you

G-Wagen matte-blue

She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard

**** all the time and still act like I don't know her

I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard

Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job

Ain't worried 'bout nothing

Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money

Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners

I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk about it

I was in the trap too, I ****ed up my sack too

Most of that shit cap, can't go for that, you say it's facts, prove it

Plug had us on a stash dub but now we back moving

They thought they was winning 'til I entered now they back losing

Brodie in prison on an iPhone getting tattoed

I don't know who told you to come for me, that's a bad move

I ain't in no space for no company, I'm in a bad mood

Only thing I gotta abide by is the cash rules

If you think I ain't running this money up, you a damn fool

Tryna count my pockets, my net worth ain't on no damn Google

Fifty million dollars in a year, if I'm lying, shoot me

Five hundred thousand every show, I'm on my grind, stupid

I been ****ing her and her best friend, I put 'em in a group text

They done made you mad, get in your bag, that's how you posed to do that

Everybody got a hundred guns, they know what no to shoot at

I'ma get this guap until I'm done, bro, I can promise you that

I was on the block when shit was lit for real, where the **** was you at?

Never drop no song then hit a bitch for real, bro, we don't do that

We the ones that's really out here pushing, bro, I thought you knew that

Come through in that what's-her-name, everybody look like, "Who that?"

She get my rocks off, I buy her Goyard

**** all the time and still act like I don't know her

I heard that pressure bursts pipes, I come so hard

Why y'all on my dick? You know that's your ho job

Ain't worried 'bout nothing

Everybody they own boss, we all getting this money

Call it what you wanna call it, I'm one of the owners

I could've exposed you, brodie, but I ain't gon' talk abou