[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

[Freestyle]
All I know is that I gotta get dough and stack my chips
On the real, never thought that I be on this rapping shit
But this is for all the n***as that think I ain't on that rapping shit (Alright)
Off-White boots with the metal on my camper shit (Like that)
Hold on, please don't cut this song
Hold on, please don't cancel it
Yeah, I had to sit back and just watch, like I'm an analyst
Like, count it up and addin' this
Count it up and then addin' this
Killin' n***as like a cancer stick
Tell the truth, now, answer this
Girl, you made a young n***a; go straight to that savage shit (Yeah)
Diamonds on my teeth, like motherfuck these cabbage (Yeah)
Said it's twenty-three; please add one more carat, please (Hey, hey)
Everything VV—diamonds start attackin' me (Hey)
On the phone with Ben Baller, boutta spend a bag (Bag)
Looking at you n***as' chain really make me laugh like (Laugh like)
Woah, diamonds hit like glass-like (Yeah)
You don't need no flashlight; reason why they mad (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, this right here is for my young n***as (Yeah, hey)
Got some n***as that'll never, ever, ever, ever see the sun, n***a (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sixteen hundred where I'm from, n***a (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah—my n***as pop them guns, n***a (What?)
You thought I was just a dumb n***a (What?)
Grew up around a lot of poles, dope, and them drug dealers (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't care who you was kissin' (Yeah)
But if you can't keep it real, I can't fuck with you (Yeah)
You know I had to be tough with you (Yeah, yeah)
You know I gotta keep gettin' this—yeah, and these other bitches (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Hold on, hold on, let me count it (Let me count it)
One, two, three, four—oh my God, please get my accountant (Yeah, yeah)
Really, tell me how much you is countin'? (Yeah, yeah)
Um, is it over five hunnid' thousand? (Yeah)
You know, same shit—neck wet, just like a fountain (Yeah)
All these same chicks run around, like it don't matter (Run around)
Damn, run around like it don't matter (Right)
Yeah, I was on my cane shit (Grahh, grahh)
Menace to society when I fucked on your main bitch (God)
Boy, you mad; you ain't even make it
Now, you locked up in a pen, and you ain't even dangerous (Yeah)
If it's about the money, that's my language (Yeah)
I said I was on that cane shit, but I ain't gon' die, yeah, at the end (Yeah)
Drop that lame bitch, hey, drop that lame bitch, hey, drop that lame bitch
You a real n***a, then you better bang this (Yeah)
Listen, chain throwin' a temper tantrum (Yeah)
Boutta call her—hope she answer, hope she answer, hope she answer (Damn)
I was just with Troy, gave me some old thrasher
I asked him, "Is he with [?]"
He was with her back when I lived with my momma (February)
Better yet, when I ain't had no commas (Woo)
Better yet, back when I had Tatiana (Woo)
Knew she had a boyfriend, so I use a condom (Yeah)
I put diamonds in my AP—yeah, that's the perfect timing (Yeah)
Listen, your shit ain't on blaow, put your wrist down (Damn)
Put one on my pinky—that's like ten down (Yeah)
Like a pimp, one on my thumb now (Woo)
Play me back in high school; now she wan' show love now
You was bad in high school, but you is a dub now
You ain't makin' no noise; got no buzz now (Woohoo)
You can't bear with me, 'cause you a cub now (Woohoo)
You can't bear with me, 'cause you a cub now (Woohoo)
You can't bear with me, 'cause you a cub now
You can't bear with me, 'cause you a cub now