Now I'm on this beat, take a seat
Yeah I'll show you how I transfer heat
Yeah I'm down to hang
But don't bring no fakes
Shoutout Fake Estate
Yeah my boys running late
And I took your fake (Aye)
I'm about to step into a party
Feel like Carti
But we ain't no broke boys
That's my Rolls Royce
I be rolling with Tom Brady and Slim Shady
And I got my lady
When's the Cedes? (Yeah)
I be getting fans
Shoutout Fake Estate
Me and my boys running late
And I be making Kool-Aid
I'ma drink it up
Yeah I'm repping Sup
And I know I'll throw it up
Pierre Bourne with the flow
Yeah I'm stack and go
You know what you owe
What you don't know
How to go, how to go
And you know what we're about
We're coming out here with some clout
And your girl told me that she likes me
And she knows that I'm the man and its high key
Speed it up yeah
Speed it up yeah
OG see prosper, way we eat it up yeah
Going up yeah
We glowing up yeah
(Aye, aye)
I'm in a cuff yeah
So she begging for my touch yeah
Shawty can't have me because I've had enough yeah
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
Money always on my mind
Got me feeling blind
Still on the grind
Got me some clout
Crossing y'all out
You know what I'm about
Making some rhymes
All of the time
I'm in a phase
Changing my ways
Getting some praise
1K in a day
Yeah, aye
And I walk in the room
They don't know what to do
Cause it me and my crew
And we know what to do
Get outta my way you blocking my view
Yeah you, you blocking my view
So I'ma speed it up yeah
Speed it up yeah