I just hope this money take the pain away and I've been tryna save my money for a rainy day.

One Night I prayed to God I asked could he please remove the enemies from my life And before you know it I started losing friends.

We young niggas, we winning I pull up, drop shit. Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith.

If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now.

I ain't get my shit snatched yet. You ain't get your bitch back yet.

I'm just a young nigga outchea ballin.' All these bad bitches callin.' Rollie all flooded to New Orleans. And a big Rolls Royces, can't park it.

If I say so, and I say go. And they go ham, and I lay low. I drop that work off in that toaster. I let go of my eggo.

Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari. With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me. New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce. And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti.

I flex hard on Instagram, post your bitch goin insta-ham.

My neck look like a light show. My pocket, they need lipo. I stand tall, no Eiffel. And them goons go wherever I go.