Mama told me I had to get It just to make It out
Mama told me, read the Bible, wash my sins out
Years later, at the bank, taking this money out
Now my haters, my supporters, that's what It's about
Remember times I was thinking I wouldn't have shit
Now I'm in the mall, I'm barely checking prices
I got (Inaudible) on my side that make'em mad as shit
Postin' pictures on her gram, she know she bad as shit
She know she bad as shit
No she ain't average
And please don't comment the wrong thing, you want a 30 clip
Joe where you be at, layin' low, yeah, I be ducked off
Klan, got a new lil chopper, knock your top off
J-O-E-G-A-N-G, I knock your top off
Count my money for me, please don't steal It though
When I take you to this room, make sure you close the door
Can't let nobody know, I can't let you go
Mama always told me It be days like this
I close my eyes, I dream of foreign whips
I don't drink no lean, no, I can't take a sip
If I gave you my everything, would you cherish it