[Part 1: Code]

(Krazy Mob)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
What time is it right now, nigga?
Uh, yeah, yeah
Like 8: 44 in the morning, nigga
Yeah, ayy

You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (For real)
Stickin' to the code
Stickers on the coupe, I'm still puttin' rims on (Forgiato)
Chain dancin' like I caught it in the end zone (Ooh)

I ain't fifty-five, but I'm keepin' red pole
Steppin', I stand on 'em
You rep the brand for me
At the top, it get quiet
I thought they was sayin' somethin'
Even though she got a man, won't put me in friendzone
She addicted to thе vibe, say I got her head gonе
Lately, I been way too busy
put you in my plans though (Mhm)
She say she miss my voice, play me through your headphones
Best mouth I ever had, I wonder what that head doin', yeah
Now if I take you shoppin', who gon' help with the bags?
Dodgin' Lipstick Alley, I'm busy countin' up cash
Ain't no halfway steppin', you get the slides with the bag
Niggas stab me in my back, man
I grab it and slice they neck
Yeah, man down (Yeah, man down)
Stayin' up, I ain't comin' down (I ain't comin' down)
Count it up, rubber bands, get it (Rubber bands, get it)
Stack it up like it's Jenga and it keep fallin' down (Go)

You see me dial zero, make a pot of gold (You see me)
Stickin' to the code
Stickers on the coupe, I'm still puttin' rims on
Chain dancin' like I caught it in the end zone
Yeah

What it's gon' take for you to see
They can't fuck with me? (They can't fuck with me)
Been doin' it for a minute and I'm sayin' that humbly
Might be somethin' to you
but you know it ain't nothin' to me
It ain't nothin' to me

[Part 2: Love Me Some More]

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Thanks for the gift, E)

For real
Yeah, you know I'm thuggin' for sure
Pray for your boy
They hate that I'm on

Lovin' you is easy (Easy)
Call me when you need me
Had a vision, stay strategic
Took a risk to feed my people
Ain't no substance in my music
what they say, you must ain't listen
Come around, they stealin' sauce, man
stay the fuck from out my kitchen
Fuck a witness, I was in it
I was ridin', I was with it
Stayed the same when I was finished
Now it's Gucci, Louis denim
Now it's groupies takin' pictures
Speedin' on the road to riches
She too trill, she hold my pistol
Broke her heart and I can't fix it
Money counter, money counter, it keep goin'
They hop out and get right on you
Boy, don't try to be heroic
Team Celine when it be snowin'
Might get wet, you ride this wave
Put that hammer to his head, I make him Atlanta Braves
Made it through, what can I say? (Say)
Be the boss, you gotta pay
They believe it's addin' pressure
She hit me when she want pleasure
I went shoppin' with the extras
Pay a fee, they come and catch you
Ain't too good with writin' letters
Boo, I hope you get the message

For real
Yeah, you know I'm thuggin' for sure
Pray for your boy
They hate that I'm on
So love me some more
I'm on drugs 'til they gone
Keep it real when I'm wrong (Wrong)
Yeah, you know I'm thuggin' for sure
Pray for your boy
They hate that I'm on (I'm on)
So love me some more
I'm on drugs 'til they gone
Keep it real when I'm wrong
Keep it real when I'm wrong
I'm on drugs 'til they gone