Making some shit
Some people don't want me to show
Let me do me
Just talk your shit and get exposed
Don't give a damn
About a hater nor a hoe aye
I'll stack my bread up
While you out here looking broke aye
I'm on a money chase
Ima make a milli soon Time to fornicate
Had to tune in with the groove Long as my homies straight
We can smoke a zip or two So baby whatcha say
Shorty what you tryna do wait
I've been thinking bout opinions
And it's f*ck em'
I don't love em'
There's some shaky f*ckas
I can't even trust em'
I don't want em Claiming they my homies
I do not see nothing ain't that funny
Tryna make that money tryna make that money
F*ck what you heard, f*ck what you talking up
I got your lady tryna rock with us
If she's a cutie I might wife her up
Cop us some green and then we light it upAye
I'm on some new shit, I don't need your help
F*ck out my face, if you just fiend my wealthAye
I told my parents ima make the shelf Aye
Find them a house, and buy it by myself