[Intro] I don't pay for shit nigga Fingers ashy but the diamonds glisten so it evens out Money greener than some Brussels sprouts Flip the work I'm like an acrobatic Pussy nigga know he don't want static Test Lil Yachty boy its gon' be tragic
[Verse 1] [?] yea I made magic Make it happen Yea I'm happy Fuck the work up like I'm Charlie Sheen Want to be Yachty hah in his dreams I am a real Ben Franklin fiend In high school I made guap off of the beams Serving selling like a mad team I can't cop the Glock unless it got the beam
[Interlude] Y'all niggas [?] this motherfucker you feel me Give a fuck what you think, give a fuck what you thought nigga I just want all my motherfucking bread blue bills you know what I'm saying I need my blue bills like I was crip or some shit you feel me I'm 'bout that you feel me I'm 'bout that bread you feel me I ain't Jesus I don't got to break bread, this shit mine I want all that shit
[Verse 2] My new bitch smell like some cinnamon K take his ass like some vitamins All my niggas fuck up the whole fuck up Never give a fuck I'm stuck If you broke then shut the fuck up Lil Yachty I'm next up All of my niggas be riding All of my niggas be shot gun robbing for real Popping like c4 Flyer than g4 I skrt in a two door You faker than decor I squat her like deploy She sucking on the boy No I'm not a d-boy But I bring the checks in I get that work in Make sure my momma not stressing Make sure my game never resting We working, working like its Christmas time at Walmart Pussy nigga don't get smart Chopper, chopper pointing at his heart Better no move nigga Better be cool nigga Silly rabbit Nigga softer than a comfy fabric Bitch I ball like a fucking Maverick What's my name