YEA YEA

You getting money yo trap do numbers
You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer
Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas with you
Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you
You f*cking h*es now designer clothes now
You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now
You can't f*ck that check up you gotta save some
Buy them pounds break em down with your day ones
Lil n*gga done took off (took off)
Think about all the haters you shook off (shook off)
Think about all the n*ggas aint look out
Now look how we balling we in the playoffs
Car with no roof now, Bentley coupe now
Them h*es aint wanna f*ck, you f*cking em by the two now
You made yourself a boss so you ain't got sh*t to prove now
Them youngins on the front line ready to shoot now
I been tweaking I been geeking off them Percocets
Got pulled over by the law, hope they don't search this b*tch
Ain't got time to lay up with her, I'm tryna work the b*tch
Make her hit the road, pick up them loads
Lil n*gga solid you know he won't bend or fold
He bout his paper he ain't chasing after h*es
He went to Cali found a plug on them bows
How to get some money, sh*t, that's all that n*gga know
You getting money, yo trap do numbers
You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer
Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas wit you
Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you
You f*cking h*es now designer clothes now
You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now
You can't f*ck that check up you gotta save some
Buy them pounds break em down with your day ones
Aye buy them pounds break em down with your day one
Lil bro got hit at a couple times he still aint shake nothing
Take nothing, I can get em hit up for like 800 Boss man
I can send them wherever that they want it I'm not playing
Big dog, I do what I want, they do what they can
I put VVS and Piguets on both my hands, rose gold white and yellow
I go every color they can, rose gold white and yellow
Fly n*gga Toucan Sam, this sh*t on my wrist cost a ticket
His b*tch on my d*ck that's a thick b*tch
All this ice in my mouth I think I got frost bit
I can't, I can't leave the house without my stick (Yea)
I can't put these racks off in my jeans, that sh*t won't fit
If I don't buy that Birkin for my b*tch gone have a fit
I can't do no verse if you ain't talking more than a brick
I'm gone cop that verse and Ima pop my lil pop my lil sh*t
You getting money, yo trap do numbers
You bout to cop a foreign car for the summer
Gotta make sure you got some solid n*ggas wit you
Them h*es sweating the same ones who used to diss you
You f*cking h*es now designer clothes now
You got shooters ready to wipe a n*gga nose now
You can't f*ck that check up you gotta save some
Buy them pounds break em down with your day ones