[Intro]
(Oh yeah, Benny)

[Hook: BC Marse]
We done came a long way, yeah, you know where we started
Yeah we dripped in the latest Bottega and Marni
300 a bag, I'll go flood the cartridge
300 a bag, I'll go empty your conscience
I'ma get to that check, I ain't worried about no gossip
They keep runnin' they mouth while I run to the bag
A whole lotta money keep comin' in fast
Took a play on the gang, I could never do that (yeah)
You will never see me in a courtroom telling
I done seen a n***a stand 10 toes too much
I can't see another n***a in my zone, it's too blurry
Yеah, the pack just touched down at the spot, don't you worry
Yеah I'm old but I shoot it like Kyrie Irving
Spend a bag on that fit, I been kinda splurgin'
I been workin' for this, n***a, I deserve it
Try to call my young n***a, he probably lurkin'
I can tell that you shakin', I know your nervous
A lot of it shakin', you know your worth
She fuckin' with me cause she know I'm worth it


[Verse 1: Money Man]
You know I'ma shoot it just like Udonis
I'm never gonna cross the gang, I promise
I'm at the range and I'm shooting targets
Got a blick on me while at the supermarket
And the Glock is electric, don't make me spark it
Had the fire in my cubby in kindergarten
And my partner locked down, he be shankin' n***as
Gotta switch on this glizzy, I spank a n***a
All the game that I gave, they should thank a n***a
I can never take the stand on none of my dogs, I guess I'm built different
I was traffickin' bags, ain't had no time to celebrate Christmas
Blackout with the stand, this shit gon' hit a n***a from long distance
Dropped the slip inside my lil' bitch account, that shit had cleared instant
I been trappin' for this, n***a, I deserve it
Bought that bitch some Bottega, her body perfect
I'm a motherfuckin' boss, I am not a worker
We been hackin' so much we done crashed the server
I been drivin' so fast I had wrecked the Charger
Quarter milli from Amex, we real carders
I bought that bitch a brand new G-Wagon just to see her smile
N***as tellin' on they own family, damn these n***as wild
Run up that paper, they thought I would fail
Nothin' but za that I roll and inhale
That shit turn me on when I bust out a bale
That shit turn me on when I'm workin' the scale (yeah, yeah)
I'm in the spot we got sticks everywhere
Run in the spot, you gon' die that's a dare
She want Bottega, I copped her a pair
Valabasas jeans, they got the flair
Head shot, we leave a n***a brain dead
I'm probably gonna die or go fed
My life a movie, I'm not on the socials often
We been fuckin' so long, she done got exhausted
I been trappin' so long, I had got exhausted
If it's danger, I'm upping this pocket rocket

[Hook: BC Marse]
Now we dripped in the latest Bottega and Marni
300 a bag, I'll go flood the cartridge
300 a bag, I'll go empty your conscience
I'ma get to that check, I ain't worried about no gossip
They keep runnin' they mouth while I run to the bag
A whole lotta money keep comin' in fast
Took a play on the gang, I could never do that (yeah)
You will never see me in a courtroom telling
I done seen a n***a stand 10 toes too much
I can't see another n***a in my zone, it's too blurry
Yeah, the pack just touched down at the spot, don't you worry
Yeah I'm old but I shoot it like Kyrie Irving
Spend a bag on that fit, I been kinda splurgin'
I been workin' for this, n***a, I deserve it
Try to call my young n***a, he probably lurkin'
I can tell that you shakin', I know your nervous
A lot of it shakin', you know your worth
She fuckin' with me, cause she know I'm worth it


[Verse 2: BC Marse]
How you lie to your folks, n***a tell the truth
That's real n***a shit and I'm living proof
You gone ride for that gang or get rid of you
I seen what you workin', I peep the moves
[?] you need too, yeah
I was droppin' [?] had no time to celebrate Christmas
Gotta put this shit up in the mornin'
Late nights early mornings
Late night, still scorin'
Young n***as stay droppin' another one
Hit it from the back, she sayin' that she lovin' it
I can tax a n***a just like the government
The way we came up in these streets, it was rugged
Now they fuckin' with us all of a sudden
Ain't got the honey but these bitches be buzzin'

[Hook: BC Marse]
Yeah I'm old but I shoot it like Kyrie Irving
Spend a bag on that fit, I been kinda splurgin'
I been workin' for this, n***a, I deserve it
Try to call my young n***a, he probably lurkin'
I can tell that you shakin', I know your nervous
A lot of it shakin', you know your worth
She fuckin' with me cause she know I'm worth it