I'll tell you what,
if you've seen it before,
you're going to want to see him again.
Back up the truck,
park up the phones,
I'm trying to stay low.
I don't give no fucks,
I came for the bucks,
got money to blow.
I was just stuck,
was trying to get up,
could tell I was broke.
When it come to family *,
I had the least,
now I got the most.
Tell the promoters we about to pull up,
just bring out my cash,
I got my money.
You was on Instagram talking crazy,
now we on your ass.
All I know is go real fast,
hoping I never crash.
Where was these niggas at?
I was strapped down on my last.
Bring out the hundreds tonight,
the fifties could leave at the crib.
Take all the twenties and tens,
I get them shits,
all of my kids.
I was the nigga that tried to show love when y'all was just hating.
I look at them now,
I'm not doing too well,
but that's what it is.
Jump out a Rover,
if I get pulled over,
I don't got no license.
I done got back up with Buddha and Gramps,
we might get indicted.
Nothing but crack and paraphernalia,
that's all in my safe.
These niggas don't write it like I write it,
never had nobody write it.
I could just recite it, pouring out my thoughts.
Money not good,
till it's in a vault,
dismiss the case,
nobody saw it.
If we get snatched, nobody talk.
If we get snatched,
nobody talk,
dismiss the case,
nobody saw it.
Back up the trucks and park up the farms,
I'm trying to stay low.
I don't get no fucks,
I came for the bucks,
got money to blow.
I was just stuck,
was trying to get up,
could tell I was broke.
When they come to the family,
said I had the least,
now I got the most.
Tell the promoters we about to pull up,
just bring out my cash.
You was on Instagram talking crazy,
now we on your ass.
All I know is go real fast,
hoping I never crash.
Where was these niggas at?
I was strapped, down on my last.
I keep my youngin away from the drama,
I know he a squeeze.
I told the people about my survival and went overseas.
I was a juvenile when they put out 400 degrees.
I * up a schedule,
cause after we *,
she ain't wanna leave.
Back up my bullshit,
nothing but pain,
the way that I started.
My drawers from tax,
niggas from Louis, my teeth from Target.
Hustle always told me run a lap,
now a nigga just jogging.
Coulda opened up a store,
anyway I got it in Harlem.
Entrepreneur,
these niggas be acting like they don't want money.
Same opportunity,
soon as you get it,
they look at you funny.
Some of the best * I ever learned,
I got from a junkie.
Most of them same hoes,
just a curb,
now them bitches want me.
Back up the truck and park up the farms,
don't want them to see me.
Now they came up,
they hate on my life,
but they wanna be me.
I holla at Mazza to make sure the diamonds is not in my face.
Why is you mad at Mario?
You ain't built to be Luigi.
Back up the truck,
just park up the farms,
I'm tryna stay low.
I don't get no fucks,
I came for the bucks,
got money to blow.
I was just stuck,
was tryna get up,
could tell I was broke.
When they come to family *,
I had to leave,
now I got the most.
Tell the promoters we bout to pull up,
just bring out my cash.
You was on Instagram talking crazy,
now we on your ass.
All I know is go real fast,
hoping I never crash.
Where was these niggas at?
I was strapped down on my last.
Tell the promoters that I got a Grammy now.
The price is a little different.
And I'm hotter than ever.