I just ran out the city in a foreign truck
Added all these blues, ain't no stackin' up
Runnin' with the bag, it's not fast enough
These boys stay acting, call them Shia Labeouf
These bitches tryna play, but I had enough
City hoes mess around, even when they cuffed
I just let this money talk, it won't shut it's mouth
Asked your bitch to link, she said, I'd be down
I just stack my money up, till I couldn't see it I just dropped fifty songs, my label couldn't keep up
Chasin' all this money, I got bored
That bitch slide through, private room at The Mark
F*cked up a check, and I didn't even start My life a movie, and I'm the star
Posted up, rollin' up, chillin' in the hallway These bitches judgmental, they took me the wrong way
Wheel truck I lit all these blues, ain't no stackin' up
Runnin' with the bass, not fast enough These boys say I can call them shy, all I buff
These bitches tryna play, but I had enough City hoes mess around, even when they cuffed
I just let this money talk, it was shut his mouth I told Mr. Link, she said, I'll be down
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down