[Intro]
(God damn it, Dupri)
Yeah, look

[Verse 1]
Having the time of my life
Six figure cars that I drive every night (Skrrt)
When the light hit the ice
It twinkle and glisten, hundred got me right (Bling, bling, bling, bling)
N***as ain't nowhere in my sight
I need thirty million so I can sleep tight (Cash)
Started the flood, I ain’t have shit
Now my feet kicked up in a mansion (Uh)
I went broke, they was laughing
Now I'm independent and established
Yeah, I gangbanged in the city
Bust K's in the city, shit be crazy in the city (Boom, boom, boom)
Now they play me in the city
Innerprize Clicc motivation for the city
You еither love or hate mе in the city
Can’t no n***a breathing keep me 'way from the city
It's the culture
"Shit don't stop," be the slogan
I'm livin' in the future, but makin' all the moments
Hamdullah, this shit could stop at any moment
Fuck taking breaks, boy, I gotta keep it going
Thirty million, yeah, that's the vision
Thirty million the goal, we gotta hit it
Flip it triple, get ten digits
Grab the white board and map out the vision
Position, that’s nine-tenths of it
I got my bitches runnin’ like it's a pimp coming
When preparation meet planning, what you get from it?
My catalog stupid, look how I live from it
When I was gangbanging, it was still, "Get money"
Long live my n***as that ain’t get to feel big money
[Chorus]
Yeah, we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
Not no money, not no n***a, not a bitch
Flyin’ up Western in my shit
All out the window, throwin' up Crip
We ain't stressin' 'bout shit
Not no money, not a n***a, not a bitch
Yeah, we ain't pressed about shit
For my next trick, watch me make thirty million

[Verse 2]
Dover Street, Fred Segall
All this death of me, gotta keep a TEC on me
All that mean is a pocket full of dead homies
I just passed, now it's time to invest something
I told you my mission
You should know by now I don't no bullshitting
Thirty million, that's the mission
I'm on a run right now, boy, I gotta get it

[Chorus]
Yeah, we ain't stressin' 'bout shit
Not no money, not no n***a, not a bitch
Flyin' up Western in my shit
All out the window, throwin' up Crip
We ain't stressin' 'bout shit
Not no money, not a n***a, not a bitch
Yeah, we ain't pressed about shit
For my next trick, watch me make thirty million