[Verse 1: Nef The Pharoe]
It's 5 AM and I already made 10 plays
Sound exchange, text coming in, keep a n***a paid
My stripper bitch wake up at 3 PM, like boy, good morning
I already caught a flight and took care of my mama mortgage
Boss shit, I put my son in private school, I'm awesome
All my n***as thanking me for blessings that I tossed them
[?] grizley bear, but disrespect and he gon' [?]
40 told me buy a house, I went and bought some farm land
Cars was nothing, if I rap it, buy another
I threw my big sister a bag, trust funds for my baby brother
My mama prowd of her high school dropout
We in different tax brakets, I invest in stocks [?]
Friend took a 15 [?] he back up again
The other just put 20 in his mouth and threw his mama 10
All I know I'm thankful that I'm blessed, my baby mama rich
If I wanted to, I'd run around and have all kind of kids

[Chorus: Maxi Bravo]
Man, what?
Duphous
Get popped
Chopper Rick Flair, [?] legs like [?]
I'm with the same n***as I was with in the sandbox
We got straps like Hitchcock
And my shooters like Deadshot
Money, treat that shit like track, we been ran through it
What?
Sliding down his block [?] stupid
My pockets happy fat, I'm like damn [?]
Leave a n***a crippled, tell his mama that her mans [?]
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Slimmy B, I'm that n***a with that stick on him
And it's poking out my ip like I'm [?]
[?] yeah I had to throw a switch on it
On these sucker n***as heads, yeah, I been on them
Rule number one, you see a opp, you better get on him
I ain't sparing shit, [?] the stick and let it drip on him
Slide on your bitch, [?] dick, then I dip [?]
Hen I bag drop, I do my dance, yeah I [?] on him
On these n***as' necks, Imma make sure I keep my feet on
I ain't got no friends, that's why a n***a [?]
Running up them bands, that's why a n***a always be gone
He ain't got no bands, that's why that n***a always be home
N***as talking 'bout they getting [?] n***a, come do it
Ain't no sending tweets when it's beef, n***a, I come shoot it
Acting like he really 'bout that life, well n***a, come lose it
[?] bands [?] thumb it


[Chorus: Maxi Bravo]
Man, what?
Duphous
Get popped
Chopper Rick Flair, [?] legs like [?]
I'm with the same n***as I was with in the sandbox
We got straps like Hitchcock
And my shooters like Deadshot
Money, treat that shit like track, we been ran through it
What?
Sliding down his block [?] stupid
My pockets happy fat, I'm like damn [?]
Leave a n***a crippled, tell his mama that her mans [?]