[ Featuring MTG Ghost ]
Psh, psh, psh
Ayeeee
Wooooo
What the f*ck?(Money Train shit man)
Aye, aye
Valabasas off the Loubs lookin' so P(Huuuhhhh)
Psh, huh, yeaaah(y'all kno what the f*ck goin on)
Valabasas off the Loubs, lookin' so P
You can get a million tries, you niggas not me
Playin' Street Racer with the headies goin' top speed
I got whatever in demand, like, what lil' baby need
Yeah you cool on Instagram, but you ain't on nun
Bust it down to shake, I ain't tryna serve no whole onions
Pings & that Betty White, got a nigga trap jumpin'
Gas station on the south, they like, can I get them zaps from you
Only time you see a nigga smile, is when the pack comin'
I was paranoid in them joints, I kept the gas runnin'
If my calculations right, I'm finna blow pass a hunnit
He got put on Fox 6, we act like we don't know who done it
I'm ballin' on these niggas, gon' show me my opponent
I ain't takin' niggas serious, I'm sippin' purp from Houston, and it's potent
If I let you in the mix, you gon' see some real motion
It gotta be the way that I move that got this bitch pussy soakin'
My young nigga slidin', got him saved as cha-cha
Bill don't praise the Lord, cuz that boy praise Allah
Pillow talkin' to these hoes, boy, you niggas not opps
Bitch broke bad, she ain't know I had them hidden knots
Baby, if I show you how I live, just don't be shocked
I'm ridin' with the blick it make a pussy nigga beatbox
I been sippin' so much Qua, I need to detox Baby, bro a fool, he a pop a nigga in his crocs
Tam got white hair
Serve her all this woooo, feel like Ric Flair
Turn up any trap and if it's a pot and a stove in there
Big business, big missions, yeah, we ain't gon' speak on that
If you got a turtle jack, swipe it out and stack on that
Head steady up, cause I'm focused on the mission
While y'all was plottin' on the bitches, I was on the south grittin'
Made my first 20,000, it ain't come off no shiftin'
My mans took a hit, but I just kept on liftin
I had to get this shit to lock, so I just kept on twistin'
Was crammin' so hard on 6-4, the neighbors wouldn't stop bitchin'
I get the Drac in my hand, a nigga might start glitchin'
Call G nem linebackers, them niggas always blitzin'
I was down to my last, then a nigga started stretchin'
Wake up in the morning every day, count that, as my first blessing
My first time meetin' a bitch, we FaceTime, not textin'
Cuz these hoes be catfishin', & they lookin' for a blessin'
When I first start groovin', I had pops out in West Bend
I really watched my brotha get rich off the pink 10's
Tryna make an M as a fam
Gotta bring it in
Everyday hustlin' like Future, boomin hard off these white heads
Money Train shit
You kno what the f*ck goin' on man
