Yeah

(Okay, Treeze)

Yeah, working hard, go and get the money

You get the money, work a lil' harder

I can't keep on turning up these bitches

so I been puttin' purses on my daughter

Luxury, no roof on it, the coupe, man, you in Bal Harbour

Label told me to start vlogging

the shit these niggas dream, I do it often

Turn the strip club to an office

Real trench baby, now we bosses

I'll buy the bar out myself

and don't invite you niggas to the party

Ain't talkin' 'bout that petty-ass watch

when we was puttin' ice in the Cartis

From the Range Rover to a 'Bach

tryna turn a 'Bach to a 'Rari

Down to my last, they turn they back

I ain't really trippin', I'm a dog

Niggas always talkin' like they got it

then watch them all decline 'cause they fraud

Niggas always talkin' like they gang

but we don't fuck with niggas, not at all

Come and hang with me for a day

I'll blow a nigga budget at the mall

Buy a new car when I'm bored

and dress it up and don't drive far

Why the fuck I'm still buyin' clothes?

A nigga whole house is Bal Harbour

I wouldn't wear the shit you niggas rockin'

take it off and throw it in the garbage

Take your bitch and take her out the projects

put her in a condo from apartments

Gotta watch the niggas that's around you

niggas sneaky, workin' with the sergeant

Twenty, thirty, forty different flavors

really havin' gas like we farted

Rap check, we flip it in the street

Flip again, then we go retard it

Eighty racks for the damn dat

Fuck the time, still pull up tardy

Lastly seen in a robotic car

I press a button on my phone and it start

No matter how bad she is, I'm cuttin' a bitch right off

she ain't playin' her part

Came a long way from runnin' from narcs

Now I drop a tape and get right on the charts

I walk in the club and flood

these bitches can't stop the rain, I feel like Lamar

P, you gettin' money? For sure

Takin' care of the fam? For sure

Told them bitches take me to a lawyer

but I'll never tell 'em what I know

Ran out the crib to grab somethin'

Glizzy in the pocket on the road

You know I came from a life of crime

get annoyed when they knockin' at the door

Work your wrist, lockin' up the dope

Once it's chopped down, it gets sold

Remember we was tryna light the city

Now my niggas runnin' 'round the globe

Sippin' old Tech in Givenchy

Nigga, you can see the monkey on me

Foreign cars parked on the curb

they ain't sayin' shit, I know the owner

Count a half a million by myself

don't really need no company, I'm a loner

First time I seen a whole M

I can't lie, I really had a boner

Snipe a bad bitch like an opp

catch her out and really get up on her

Rockin' shit two seasons early

by the time you get it, we don't want it

I'm Wavy Gang, I'm Iced Up Records

I'm MCD, I don't see no opponents

Just tell me the state that you in, the number you payin'

and I'll get 'em there in the mornin'

I don't even know why these niggas be fuckin’

if I ain't got no pape', I don't even get horny

I don't even know why these rappers be beggin'

for shows and I make an M when I'm snorin'

Ain't even no need for wastin' no money

on rooms since we finna fuck in a foreign

I'm hoppin' the curb, I'm doin’ the dash

I'm treatin' the Forgis worser than Jordans

You better be focused on paper and not on no Instagram

that shit ain't important

If I give you the game, you take it and run with

the shit or you gon' be broke in your forties

I give you the game, I'm hopin' you soakin' this shit

these niggas be fucking it up

Them OT prices got a nigga spoiled, I even double my cup

Purpin'-ass niggas really broke

they need to walk with a crutch

Diamonds shinin'

screamin' a nigga name whenever I walk in the club

I'm fuckin' her, bossin' her up, that style

she got it from me, you know that I'm fleek

Miu Miu or a lil' Celine

Shit go viral, I fuck her on stream (Yeah)

Wavy Gang

M-double-A-B-F-I-A

Ayy, come on, let's do it

Yeah, vacuum seals, throw 'em all away

Drinkin' seals, go on 'bout your day

Granny's drinkin' Grand Marnier

Cough syrup like Chardonnay

Trap house jammin' Marvin Gaye

Money counter, throw up in your face

Racks counted, goin' in the safe

Fanta same color marmalade

Ran through a whole blue M

Ho told her, "Bitch, who him"?

I go new or old Louis Timb

Still cut the dope into a trim

Two pints on me, Lou Will

Silver nigga passed due bill

Baller blockin' ain't a true skill

Bitch, give me fifty, Drew Hill

Finna do a Bentley push-up

When you hear the engine, look up

Quickest nigga in the book club

P's and blues, I got the hook up

Sellin' jeans, these a bootcut

What the fuck I need a roof for?

Drop the top and throw the deuce up

Freezin' codeine