[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Had to get this shit now
'Cause there ain't no waiting
Had to get this shit now

[Chorus]
Had to get this shit now cause there ain't no waiting
Had to fuck the bank twice, ain't no masturbating
I've been ballin' super hard I feel like Jeremy Lin
Fuck that bitch then I let her go I know she waiting
Fuck that bitch then I give her back her boyfriend hatin'
Slow my life down with them xannies, bitch I'm in The Matrix
Rollin' up a blunt up, this OG gas and imma face it
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I go through these phases, it's amazing
This bitch drive me crazy, like Mercedes
Crash the Mercedes, smash your lady
On the daily, fuck nigga don't play with me
Fuck nigga I play for keeps ,on the scene I spray then leave
These niggas won't let me be, these niggas won't let me breathe
Run up on me I make him bleed, choppa up on me it make him leave
New gun imma cock it back, put that teach like in cat
Click clack fuck nigga get back, probably brown ima spit that crack
Get the fuck out of my trap, you ain't welcome in my trap
Real niggas up in my trap, shrill niggas up in my trap
We don't know how to act
Lately I've been pouring up Act'
Bad bitch get hit from the back
After that, may give her a stack
I ain't paying for pussy no cat
I ain't paying for pussy no cat
But you still wanna come get that
You wanna know where my new crib at
Fuck nigga you better fall back
Cause the gun in your head fall back
Got a gun on my hip fall back
Got a gun on my hip fall back
Got a choppa in the truck fall back
If we deep we jump fall back
Put a bullet hole in your ball cap
You know I don't fuck with all that
Nigga don't talk like durag
On the top like a new durag
Imma fucked your bitch do that
Imma leave her in the past
Imma count up all my cash
Imma get right in my bag
I know these niggas mad
Cause all I do is brag
I don't look at the tag
That .40 on me get tagged
That .40 on me get dragged
These niggas not straight they fag
You know I get money I rag
Rack up, rack up that rag
Run up on me you get hit get clapped
Run that shit like a lab
So percy my relapse
I run it like a lab
The police on my ass

[Verse 2]
I get ghost up in that ghost (Huh)
Yeah I do the most, brag up on them then I boast
Pop a bottle, pop a model
Same thing in my eyes
Run up on me, .40 on me
Leave you traumatized
My gun got a silence
You know you ain't I, bitch
Run up you gon' die bitch
Got a .45 bitch
Or the 9 bitch
You know you ain't my bitch (Yeah)
You ain't my bitch
You know you ain't my bitch
You's a sidekick
You know you ain't my bitch
You's a psychic
You know you ain't my bitch
You's a psych
Psych
You a sidekick
Sike

[Verse 3]
I still make her ride it like a bike
Run up on me then u gonna die
Put that on my life
Put dick in your wife
Yeah, hell, yeah
Fuckin' right, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, hell yeah
Yeah
Bitch I'm booted, bitch I'm zooted and you know
Probably run up on 'em them I let it go
I was runnin' through the six with the woes
.40 in him with the, woah
Money Machine Gang
Money Machine Gang, Xanny Lean gang
Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang
Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang
Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang
Money Machine Gang, fuck your team gang
She do the whole gang that's a team thang
Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang
Money Machine Gang, Money Machine Gang

[Verse 4]
I feel like a boss, bitch you fired you layed off
I'ma killer at heart, bitch I feel like I made off
In the cut my AK on me gon' let if off
Don't believe me, try me yeah yeah yeah get it off
(Ayy)
Catch a body gang that's what we about
Off the molly gang at yo' bitch house
Got the whole gang at yo' bitch house
Did our whole thang at yo' bitch house
Yeah

[Verse 5]
I'm back out
Got locked up for selling at the crack house
Skate up on a nigga had to blackout
Mask out, fuck em' mag out fuck em up
He on my phone he ordered to fuck me up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So we had to fuck 'em up
(Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, G Money in the cut
Countin' money up
(Ayy, ayy)
Imma take the percy ease the pain
Imma buy a perc, today
60, through CashApp
Send that shit his way
Plug pull up
Rugers tuck
Shoot 'em up, shoot shoot 'em up
Shoot shoot 'em up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't getting high bitch, I don't care
Touch the sky bitch you not I bitch
Woah-oh-oh
My gun got a silence (Mhm-m)
You know you ain't I bitch
I'm black on 'em
Woah-oh-oh

[Verse 6]
What's brackin'
Uh, huh huh huh
I know niggas lacking (Uh, huh, huh)
I ain't ever ever lacking (Huh, huh, huh)
.40 on me and it's smacking (Uh, huh, huh)
Told you I ain't with the lacking (Uh, huh, huh)
Yeah I be pistol packing (Yuh, huh, huh)
If I don't got it my brother got one (Huh)
Smoking big blunts, smoking big blunts
Ayy, wait
Better get yo' money up
Ayy, yeah
I been on the money hunt
Ayy, yeah
On yo' spot I shoot it up
Ayy
Ain't no templing I boot it up
One second it's leave me 'lone
Then I don't wanna be alone
Yeah, I want you to leave me 'lone
But I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be there alone
I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be here alone
I don't wanna be alone
I don't wanna be if she can't be with me, I won't be
If she can't see with me, I won't see (Yeah)
She's what I need (Yeah)
Like pills in Irene (Yeah)
Mix that with the lean, that promethazine
Make my sprite bleed (Uh)
Make my sprite bleed (Uh)
Make yo' gang bleed (Uh, yeah, ay)
I fell in love with the paper then the guap came
Fuck the bank till' the guap came
I fell in love with that bitch she love cocaine
Too bad, we don't love the same things
I fell in love with the money then the guap came
Yeah, fuck the blunt till the guap came
I fell in love with the pussy yeah she love cocaine
Too bad, we don't like the same things
Uhh- yeah yeah
Huh-huh, yeah, huh, yeah

[Outro]
Keep it 'sup, yeah uh
You can't keep up with us
I remember they was dissin' us
The same hoes down to fuck (Yeah)
I don't like parties but I still go
Balenciaga runners look like steel toes
(Ho-ho-oh)
Hate on me
Bitch I'm out of yo' reach
Out of yo' reach
Money on me
.40 on me
Fuckin on me
Uh, woah-oh
Woah-oh oh