| Yeah | |
| This N****s wants no problem | |
| Cus when I roll up with my jiggas | |
| They be pocket watching | |
| Like I didn't really see them Yeah! | |
| Do you know I can see yah | |
| These pagans ain't on it | |
| Instead focus on your life | |
| And stop watching | |
| Talking about a next man | |
| Hey, stop acting | |
| Like a waste man, Oh No | |
| These Niggas are Kevin Hart funny | |
| Round here we tryna | |
| Make this Arab money | |
| Is it cus we popping | |
| & getting all the honeys? | |
| Is that why you want | |
| To kill yourself! Eh yah | |
| I'm plotting I'm plotting | |
| I'm sowing my seed and I'm buzzing | |
| So stop it, allow it | |
| Don't wanna see my jiggas bussing | |
| No No No, they didn't | |
| Wanna help us with no promo | |
| Now they wanna know | |
| Us cus we getting doh Oh Oh | |
| But little do they know O O | |
| Only fam, can't come through | |
| And chill with man | |
| Real Niggas with me | |
| & they will bang ang ang | |
| You better mind yourself! | |
| First, comes the money | |
| The problem I got the power | |
| Plotting and shotting | |
| I got it up in my trousers | |
| They don't want no problem | |
| I turn up within the hour | |
| Covering my head | |
| Like I just came out the shower | |
| Done years that I can't get back | |
| Learn to value what you got including | |
| Your head back, you get that | |
| All my N****s letting | |
| The skengs bang in jet black | |
| Got real hammers like West Ham | |
| They end man (Pow) | |
| Pick & choose | |
| I'll rather flip food | |
| But if you got a problem | |
| Home visit, I can visit you | |
| I supply machines | |
| For my little youths | |
| They running through a brick | |
| Or two Serving on the corner | |
| Looking like a p********e | |
| When you locked up, remember | |
| Who forgot you | |
| And when they try holla back | |
| Straight **** you | |
| Pocket watching Niggas | |
| Stick up in your lane | |
| You ain did the shit I did | |
| Me & you are not the sam | |
| No No No | |
| They didn't wanna | |
| Help us with no promo | |
| Now they wanna know | |
| Us cus we getting doh Oh Oh | |
| But little do they know O O | |
| Only fam, can't come | |
| Through and chill with man | |
| Real Niggas with me | |
| & they will bang ang ang | |
| You better mind yourself! | |
| [Verse 3: D Blanco] | |
| Money money paper | |
| Boom bye to a hater (Boom Bye) | |
| Bring it out like Luckey | |
| With his lightsaber | |
| Gunning like a skater now | |
| They want to show love | |
| But, this love can't get any faker | |
| They baffed cus I make bread | |
| & I still risk it all | |
| Just the other day | |
| Heard man crying on the call | |
| Been making bread | |
| & I didn't finish school | |
| Investments overseas | |
| You man are still | |
| Thinking this is small | |
| You don't wanna know me | |
| Then keep it that way | |
| Feds asks me names | |
| I ain't got the answers like Sway | |
| Ask me why I'm blessed? | |
| Because I pray | |
| Nothing came new | |
| Been jumping out broad day | |
| They got majority | |
| Of my dargs' in the can | |
| But money affi make | |
| Cus getting rich is the plan | |
| You man are selling dreams | |
| Only rich on the gram | |
| Flew out for a week | |
| Had to work for my tan, P***y | |
| No No No | |
| They didn't wanna | |
| Help us with no promo | |
| Now they wanna know us | |
| Cus we getting doh Oh Oh | |
| But little do they know O O | |
| Only fam, can't come | |
| Through and chill with man | |
| Real Niggas with me | |
| & they will bang ang ang | |
| You better mind yourself! |