6 Figure Man (feat. Rio Da Yung OG)

Man I ran a hunnid G's up in 6 months
Yea I smoke a lot of weed I'm off like 6 blunts
He can keep talkin' that shit
And get his shit stomped
Ima keep pushin' til ice on my wrist watch
I'm 23
I ran up 6 figures
When I pull up to the scene they be like damn who is he
Hop up in my mans whip like who's damn bow is this
Ima buy the whole load and it costs 6 figures

Hop up in the spaceship and I'm off to the moon
When I'm smokin on the dope I steady be in my zone
Went to Saks on Rodeo five hundred on cologne
But the smell of the Za's cover it because it's stronger
The packs come from cali and it's flown not grown here
But I'm posted in Detroit cause you know that it's my home here
Posted wit my baby Ray but ain't shit sweet
Pay attention what I'm sayin but don't turn into a geek
I be in the streets turn a hunnid to a G
Ima do that 10 times fuck around and buy a jeep
You know the money don't sleep well my baby I don't either
Sent the money for the package I can't wait to receive it
My homies all got dog shit
A line of chalk, cross it leave him leakin' like a faucet
We really live it bitch you just talk it
Say he gettin money but
Shit I can't call it

Man I ran a hunnid G's up in 6 months
Yea I smoke a lot of weed I'm off like 6 blunts
He can keep talkin' that shit
And get his shit stomped
Ima keep pushin' til ice on my wrist watch
I'm 23
I ran up 6 figures
When I pull up to the scene they be like damn who is he
Hop up in my mans whip like who's damn bow is this
Ima buy the whole load and it costs 6 figures

I'm a 6 figure nigga, in the hood eatin Mickey D's
Big pistol wit me whip it out, aim then I squeeze
You would think yo bitch beggin
I left her on her knees
Who got the real lemon cherry I need 6 P's
I'll blow the whole bag til I'm dizzy
2400 For a mag, this is not a Smitty
Hundred rounds on the AR I get busy, who got the new Benz for me
The 650
You ain't never seen a hunnid pounds of grass nigga
You the type of nigga run off with a half a chicken
Bitch said she gone I said bye, I ain't a ass kisser
Got a whole pint of red, this my blood like a half-sibling
You ain't gon' never get no where you do bad business
Pop a nigga in the streets but in the jail I'll stab a nigga
4500 For the bows, I'll grab 50
Make 100k in pros I'm a bag flipper

Man I ran a hunnid G's up in 6 months
Yea I smoke a lot of weed, I'm off like 6 blunts
He can keep talkin' that shit
And get his shit stomped
Ima keep pushin' til ice on my wrist watch
I'm 23
I ran up 6 figures
When I pull up to the scene they be like damn who is he
Hop up in my mans whip like who's damn bow is this
Ima buy the whole load and it costs 6 figures