529 Lyrics

Yeah,

Yeah,

Yeah

Ay,

Yuh,

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

(Woah,)

(Woah)

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah

Huh, you get outplayed, now I need my check, mate

If you in the race, why you tryna spectate

Ay, you locked in with the wrong people like a cellmate

Hop up in the whip and turn you to a pancake

Yea, its crazy, how much money really can change

Yuh, I'm like, how much money can a man make

Huh, yea, they like, how much money can a man take

Hop up in the whip, it turn into a death race

Yea, its crazy

Uh, when they see me they say that I'm crazy

Uh, Look me in the eyes, and you might say maybe

Uh, Looking at my past, can you really blame me

Uh, Chop on me gon' blast, balling like i'm Swayze

Yeah, hunnid' on me no quarter

You know I go harder

I keep money stashed in my apartment like a hoarder

I don't live in no apartment

That's why they call it a secret stash its hid inside of a compartment

I get cash and hide it, you would never find it

I'm the neighborhood squirrel, go nuts and get blinded, yeah

Its 45 til' 9, he still get hit with that nine quick, yeah

Early mornings in the booth I'm in here grinding, yeah

You working a nine to five, I'm working a five to nine

Cause I wake up at five, and I'm in the booth, and I won't leave til' nine

Yeah, I'm up on on my grind, the flow is working line by line

And yes, there's a lot going on right now but I'ma say I'm fine

Huh, you get outplayed, now I need my check, mate

If you in the race, why you tryna spectate

Ay, you locked in with the wrong people like a cellmate

Hop up in the whip and turn you to a pancake

Yea, its crazy, how much money really can change

Yuh, I'm like, how much money can a man make

Huh, yea, they like, how much money can a man take

Hop up in the whip, it turn into a death race

Gotta calm down for the second verse

You are trash

Not my words

Turn your whip

To a hearse

Everything I do you do worse

You can't touch me at my worst

I'm never second, always first

And every second I'm alert, no you won't catch me in the dirt

Yeah, you would catch me in the earth, you won't catch me in an urn

I look awkward when I'm in public I feel like I'm Lil Durk

Don't talk to me I'm at work

In the stu' I put in work

It's kinda crazy how the 223 and USP team work

Made him kiss the concrete, he can't get his lick back

I ain't doing nothing nothing wrong but I'ma still say "my bad"

Its just not that bad to be looking so sad

I'm the one

No match

I'm so lit

No match

And we so back

Time to unpack

Had to dip for a lil bit, but I'm still in my bag

Do you even want to know what's in the Fendi bag

Yea, that's a mag, plus a big old gat

Yeah, I get big racks

Yeah, I get big stacks

Yeah, Micky D's, big Macs

Look at these big stacks

Let me clarify

Get you on track

If I end up in LA I will not come back, yeah

Huh, you get outplayed, now I need my check, mate

If you in the race, why you tryna spectate

Ay, you locked in with the wrong people like a cellmate

Hop up in the whip and turn you to a pancake

Yea, its crazy, how much money really can change

Yuh, I'm like, how much money can a man make

Huh, yea, they like, how much money can a man take

Hop up in the whip, it turn into a death race

(Its crazy, how much money really can change)

(Crazy)

(How much money can a man make)

(They like, how much money can a man make)

(Turn it, turn the whip into a drag race)

(I'm not gon lie its kinda- haha)

(Its kind of scary pouring water with all this equipment in here)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Waterrr)

(That was hard, hahaha)