(Yeah we surrounded by them yeah)

(We surrounded by the we surrounded by the aye)

On the beach we surrounded by them bad bitches (by them bad bitches)

Niggas hate that we get money call it mad riches (call it mad riches)

Hit the stores yeah we do a lot of tag ripping (lotta tag ripping)

Mar in the maro fucking up the transmission (damn mar)

I'm OT spill exotic on my jeans

I spent two fifty on a lil tee

I'm rocking Rhude and I am not a nice nigga

If it's dark up in the room I'm the light nigga

Yeah heart frozen from all this ice nigga

Everybody know I'm fresh I ain't no trife nigga

On Ocean Drive with a Ten (that's it) balling by myself and not no team (yeah)

Shit I'm starting to feel like Kobe bean (I ain't passing shit)

Balling yeah we trying to get ring

Took a lost on some paper it ain't really bouta thing

Cause we finna run it up then go pop back on the scene

Martin Luther King baby I just had a dream

That you let me knock the pussy out I'm feeling like I'm Creed

Cruising down on Collins brought the Benz to the street

Then we hopped up on the Eway me and bro back to back yeah we speeding nigga

Slamming on the gas had to fuck around and leave them niggas

Around me it's only bosses to let you know

If you is not sucking dick you gotta go

What the fuck bitch you thought you leaching on

Yeah leave a nigga alone

All the checks a nigga signed damn near he got some motion

Grew up too fast he was trapping in the stoley

Just getting to the bag he was damn near moving lowkey

They popped his dawg and his man's I think them niggas was on four feet

Yeah that's two a piece

Don't spill no wockiana on the seats

My heart so cold it's Chrome Heart on my sleeve

I was fifteen finding plugs with the weed

Nah what the fuck I look like selling bitches dreams?

Twenty four seven like a bar a soap bitch I'm clean

Who the fuck is he? Yeah that's what they asking when they see me

Since a lil boy I swear all these niggas wanna be me

Waking up early nigga we ain't sleeping

We just get up then we get the geeking yeah we get the tweaking

Got them glocks get the squeezing nigga we'll aim it at yo sike nah

Bitch I'm getting money I ain't trying to knock a nigga off

Feeling like the biggest boss

Down in MIA nigga you can call me Ricky Ross

Nigga try to play and throw my way we gone pick em off

Anything can get it off chain dripping on my chest and neck like it's dipped in voss

I'm out here looking for the Dior said she just want to see more

I told you we wasn't on shit why you crying about me for?

Caught a play in the city now I'm on my way to Detroit

Made it rain in yo city shit I'm feeling like a G boy

(I ain't felt no pain in a minute since I lost my nigga big homie)

(Ain't been the same in a minute since I lost my nigga big homie)

I'm OT riding with the dog shit on me