Grah, grah, boom (A Lau on the beat)
Get Money
Bizzy, uh, look
Still up on the block (Still up on the what?)
Still got thirty shots, still got hella knots
They know how we rock (Grah, grah, grah)
Uh, still'll bend a block, still'll make it hot
This shit ain't gon' stop (Facts)
Uh, fuck on any thot
They let my shooter out the box
Yeah, you know Molly on the rock (What? Uh)
These niggas know we don't play
This shit no rap money
This designer weed and a bunch of SBAs
This be that trap money, get you slapped money
Got your bitch all in my face (Woo)
I'm just stuck up in my ways
Wearing Gucci like it's J's
We ain't get no lemonade
I got shooters with me on court
Shootin' like they be up in the A
Niggas with me wanted to be ball players
Now they rapping every day
Started with a blunt of haze (With a blunt of haze)
Now my spliff full of dead niggas
Leaky gon' smoke 'em to the face
Just a wild nigga with some money now
Do a hit up out the wraith
Uh, sticks, we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them)
Ah, ah, yeah, that's cous' and them
Who them niggas? We don't fuck with them
He jacking what? He a double ten
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say what's up to them
All the opp niggas, suck a dick
Bitch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty trying to put her hands in it
Glock on me, got a stance with it
Uh, so you know I can't dance
Dior shipment, got it coming from France
She wanna fuck but she don't got a chance, like
Uh, I see these niggas tryna copy waves
You will get boxed for tryna come and fade
We call up Bite to get you out the way
He might say a joke, but he ain't tryna play
Like, uh (Grah, grah, boom, grah, grah)
We done spinned and did a bunch of shit
I can never say what's up to them
All the opp niggas, suck a dick
Bitch, we still getting money
Hella waves in this bandemic
Amiri sagging with some bands in it
Shorty tryna put her hands in it