Hey, you wanna get in the car, you gotta come on right nowI ain't got no time to waitIt's just the way that we was brought upIt's just the way that we was brought upA million ways to stack a dollarTeach us, teach, but OG's tired of usWe up nextI'm FYB, I got it playing mindsetDon't pick up if I call yaHang with a ballerMake you feel like a starKnow where my * tannin'My * tannin'It's so dark, you can't see who in itCause I got you so lost, you can't see who in itI just spend it back in AtlantaI want a new Louis bagI want a new Gucci bagI just got me a new bitchShe make me feel like the manI was the kid with the planNew idea, we had them bandsI'm in the cat on no damnThese niggas dig what I'm sayin'We were posted on the eastGotta get it out the mudNiggas stuck in a trapGot no trouble to adaptOG got me in the carGave us all the gameSaid we had to work the gameWith my niggas, I relateStarted forming up the gameBitches never came betweenSociety turned into a menaceGotta get it how you liveNiggas out here livin' lawlessTryna keep up with the ballersListen to what mama taught usIt was just how we were balled upIt's just the way that we was brought upKT and Chase take all the phones from the bitchA million ways to stack a dollarWhat?Lil' Ryan, yeah, he still encryptedGot a name, been in a trade, he's trippin'Don't you talk to usOG, we up nextI'm FYB, I got the bank, Mike saysDon't pick up if I call yaHang with a ballerMake you feel like a stalkerThe way I came up, I was taught to come upAnd love with the money, I wanted them bucks7-Eleven, I throw in the bookIt came to the game where the nigga got pluckedScamming these bitches, they ran out of luckSmoking these weed till a nigga get stuckWe came from the struggle, we don't give no *They on my nine and you know they just toughPull up with some bitches in the backLike a cop, copBut I don't * with 12, I don't do thatI know robbers, pussy niggas, better watch your backGet my plug, need an OscarCause I'm told he had that assI can't try these bitchesCause I know that you want that sackBut one told me I'm reelingThat with all the niggas, like I think I love herI love her like my brothersThe only thing is that I * herProbably won't love anotherIt's just the way that we was brought upYou gotta listen, I love youSpend your fuckin' money till I dieA million ways to stack a dollarListen, I do somethingEvery day that I come across and findTeachers teach, bro, she taught usWe up nextI'm FYB, I got it playing my ***Don't pick up if I call yaHang with a ballerMake you feel like a stalkerLong time coming, wait me when the phone start comingLike a drone, I'm floating over these niggas on topOn the ground, I'm on the groundFYB, whole lot of moneyLookin' like we stole all the moneyLookin' like we robbed a fuckin' bankIt won't be cold this summerUnless you talkin' bout my ice, thoughBad bitch a new prophetIf we describe it, how my night goStraight jacket, I'm feelin' myself like PsychoAnd I know this ain't no confessionLet's be honest and in microphoneI tell my story, yeah, my life toldI'm from the hood, they might jack someLike MichaelMy diamonds shinin' like a light showMy 40-inch of me like MichaelLike GeicoFRB me and this ain't no tape, butIt's just the way that we was brought upYou gotta go hustleA million ways to stack a dollarGotta do somethin'Teachers teach, but OG's taught usBe up nextI'm FYB, I got it playing my ***Don't pick up if I call yaHang with a ballerMake you feel like a stalkerMr. Smith