We get it in by the low
(This shit going platinum)
And I'm always thinking 'bout you
Please don't play with me, nigga
'Cause I'm still with three 80's, uh, uh
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
We get it in by the—

We get it in by the low
Ain't gon' talk to me crazy, it's nice with no talking at all
I made a milly, yet still in the trenches 'cause my niggas tell me it's up or it's war
Killer, don't push me, he push me so I had to kill him, I did this shit rightfully wrong
God as my witness, the only way I could go broke in this kitchen if I ain't have wrongs
I want the VVS, pennies, the Rollies, the Bentleys, bitch, why you think I'm going hard?
I need thе dash to be digital, roar at the push of a button when I'm prеssing start
Niggas be pussy, they faking, they fraud
Faith in this pistol like it was a God
Hope it ain't pressure 'cause I'm taking all of two chances the second they give me the nod

Please don't play with me, nigga
'Cause I'm keeping three 80's with pistols inside of the car that I'm racing and whipping
Shit, this how I'd ended up deep reminiscing, just knowing that things should be different
I see you in the sky, pray you watching over me, I'm doing this as a mission
To my wrist and my niggas, just missing 'em, I want the Benjamins
Fuck being intimate
Bitches calling my phone, I ain't hanging unless she come with the bread and the benefits
I got wrist, that shit made me a menace, they hate me, come at the life that I'm living in
She want my bottles to kick it in
Want me to fly her to [?] , this bitch better start at the ball like the Wimbledon

We get it in by the low
Ain't gon' talk to me crazy, it's nice with no talking at all
I made a milly, yet still in the trenches 'cause my niggas tell me it's up or it's war
Killer, don't push me, he push me so I had to kill him, I did this shit rightfully wrong
God as my witness, the only way I could go broke in this kitchen if I ain't have wrongs
I want the VVS, pennies, the Rollies, the Bentleys, bitch, why you think I'm going hard?
I need the dash to be digital, roar at the push of a button when I'm pressing start
Niggas be pussy, they faking, they fraud
Faith in this pistol like it was a God
Hope it ain't pressure 'cause I'm taking all of two chances the second they give me the nod

(Okay, Joel, that's fire)