I got money, yeah, in every spot (spot, yeah)

I got cribs, watches, blicks and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)

I got chains, bonds, cribs and stocks (stocks, yeah)

I got cars, garages, docks and yachts (yachts, yeah)

Most y'all not real people, y'all fuckin' bots (bots, yeah)

I got money, I got cribs and watches (watch me)

I got money, I got shit, a lot

Yeah, I'm not from this Earth, I come from the sky

Yeah, I can't trust no soul, you a fuckin' lie

Huh, when the world ends, you gon' fuckin' die

When I fly on planes, I'm on private life

Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin' knife

Yeah, hurt you, end up dead, you a fuckin' spy

I don't know, I don't wanna know

I don't know about this shit, I don't wanna know

I don't know about this shit, I don't wanna know (yeah-yeah)

I don't go with this shit, I don't know nobody, yeah bitch

(Yeah-yeah)

I don't know about this shit

and I don't know you not my friend

I don't know about this shit

I don't wanna know, to [?] (yeah)

Yeah, 'bout all that shit, I don't know 'bout it

Yeah, I could hear that shit

still don't know 'bout it (shh)

Yeah, two feet in this ship

had no option bitch (options, options)

That's why I made this shit

that's why I make profits, bitch (profits, profits)

Yeah, had to risk my life

I wanna be poppin', bitch (poppin')

Yeah, have to risk your life if you wanna make profits

bitch (yeah, huh)

I got God talkin' to me, I feel like a prophet, bitch (ooh)

Oh my God, I got Glocks, I got fuckin' sticks (money)

Oh my God, shut the fuck up, what?

I don't wanna hear that shit (shh)

Oh my God, test your luck

you gon' meet him, kid (whoa-whoa)

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang

Just got them racks on you bitch

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang

Yeah, I would die about this shit

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang

Yeah, you'd get fried like a pig

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang

Yeah, you could die like a bitch

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

We used to be high, as em' kid

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

Really be fly as a pigeon (brr)

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

Really be cookin' in the kitchen (skrr)

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

How you gon' always play the victim? (What?)

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (bang?)

See you get killed them guns we got 'em damn

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

I been relaxed on them pills (yeah, yeah-yeah)

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa

You don't know how the fuck it feel

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (the pills)

Yeah, you could die in the field

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa (hold up)

Yeah, hold up, I'ma always keep it real (yeah-yeah)

I got money, yeah, in every spot (spot, yeah)

I got cribs, watches, blicks and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)

I got chains, bonds, cribs and stocks (stocks, yeah)

I got cars, garages, docks and yachts (yachts, yeah)

Most y'all not real people, y'all fuckin' bots (bots, yeah)

I got money, I got cribs and watches (watch me)

I got money, I got shit, a lot

Yeah, I'm not from this Earth, I come from the sky

Yeah, I can't trust no soul, you a fuckin' lie

Huh, when the world ends, you gon' fuckin' die

When I fly on planes, I'm on private life

Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin' knife

Yeah, hurt you, end up dead, you a fuckin' spy