Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, money on the way, I see his hunts all day Top chef, fish saute, Cologne, L.A. President rollin' with the day, Pullin' out the foreigns, we could race In and out of state, uh, we can't not relate Uh, I gotta stay laced, she want us to date I see she keepin' faith, I'ma make her wait Spill the talk, I don't feel a stick talk, we'll shoot the whole place Ain't takin' loss, double lung drop, bossin' a six-star loss Cookin' fish, barbeque, ice, no skates Get it out the pot, speed on the cops Feelin' like I'm jiggin' on a yacht, people wanna watch Million on the watch, it's a rich million on the watch Mind gotta crack, don't wanna make it out alive Seen a lot of real n***a die, look him in the eye You bad, let me see you catch a fly, that cash got these n***a wildin' out Wild star, open up a circle, make a mod Pitch, surfin' on the Perks, make me clod, see Brothers don't come from, this is all I be Grew up in the trenches, we squad, bled Let me quit it, *** a chopper, start a World War VI I done got some millions and I barely feel rich They beatin' like it ringin' and I'm knowin' who it is Ayy, my own way, all I see is hunts all day Top chef, fish saute, Kono in L.A. President rollin' with the date, pullin' out the foreigns, we could race In and out of state, we cannot relate Uh, I gotta stay laced, she want us to date I see she keepin' faith, I'ma make her wait On my serve, I stand on cone with a ball full of n****s It's my world, I'm capped off bird, I don't see n***a jump From a slab to a brick to a kill Pink toe, I been on the toes, I f*** her like a hoe, I make her own fleet Got a baby girl, she could take a hold of me She told me she was thirsty, started drinkin' my street Ooh, he ain't never heard of this I been droppin' hits like birds They been sendin' threats, but don't worry We hoppin' in the run-up with the dirt He ain't givin' me my money, I'ma murder Just murder, I'ma murder She's runnin' off the road, lead her away in the ditch Young Gunna and I don't play her, but he chips We really used to struggle, now we paid 50 rich A hundred K to hit your VIP R.I.P. to Nissy, paid away for the Crips Cause I smoke a cookie blubber, Scottie by the zip I got it on my head Ayy, my own way, I see his hunts all day Top chef, fish saute, Cono in L.A. President rollin' with the date Pullin' out the foreigns, we could race In and out of state, we cannot relate Uh, I gotta stay laced, she want us to date I teach her keepin' faith, I'ma make her wait