Vol. 1 Lyrics

Let's get off on right foot

Swinging sum like right hook

Money coming in

My Pockets like Lori Lightfoot

For all them days i slept away

Wake up and get paid today

Money coming in

My pockets boom like the 808

All i do is mind my business

Andrew how i Wigg on niggas

Playin wit GN that shit will get you rolled up in swishers

Depression got me moving slow

Anxiety won't let me go

Fuck it i need that money bro

Mula on my medulla yo

Life could be so simple just wants million,my mama happy

Rappin with my niggas just reminiscing and bumping Pappy

Dreaming bout them whips the ceiling gone we do no capping

A lot of shit at play just mark my words and watch my actions

We was in that basement just bumping classics and makin greatness

Niggas know what's up when my gang drop the stankest faces

Who think they competeing my niggas gods we all amazing

Glock sum like a pencil i draw this bitch and start erasing

Nigga where I'm from it's fuck the cops the system racist

Nigga where I'm from them switches hot they do no aiming

Only where I'm from the block ain't hot them bitches blazing

Nigga where I'm from they walk em down and step on faces

Treat his head sum like a drum leave em flat like cymbals

Glock get to pumpin that rhythm make 'em feel the tempo

Them niggas ain't with allat wrestling man fuck the Big Show

Them niggas stick to straps they killing shit they keep it simple

Gangsters all around me they throwing shit and banging symbols

Try out run all of these demons we playing Temple

Ali only walk with the gods my people built them temples

Dead presidents in my pockets my wallet monumental

Make a way for momma i know she tired from allat working

Slaving at a desk the money good but her back is hurting

Watched her have them seizures it made me cry my heart was hurting

I want her with no worries credit good and health is perfect

Let's get off on right foot

Swinging sum like right hook

Money coming in

My Pockets like Lori Lightfoot

For all them days i slept away

Wake up and get paid today

Money coming in

My pockets boom like the 808

All i do is mind my business

Andrew how i Wigg on niggas

Playin with GN that shit will get you rolled up in swishers

Depression got me moving slow

Anxiety just won't let me go

Fuck it i need that money bro

Mula on my medulla ooh

Second verse on niggas i switch the scheme and keep the topic

My Nigga strapped with rockets the glock is singing he lower octaves

Strap to yo noodle blow ya top brain like ramen

Ali stick to rhyming collecting checks and make deposits

Ali just been working them checks and goals what's pushing me

A milli on my mind frontal lobe is money green

Prophet on the side of my fitted bitch I'm pushing p

Rollie dancing all on my wrist I feel like Pusha t

Me and all my niggas we in here bitch we killing shit

Rifting and we rapping straight classics hoe we walking shit

Getting to the bag we flip it bitch keep adding shit

Millions ons our mind me moving bitch so militant

Vondo might just kill me if ion drop… I'm hesitating

Gang pushing for me they want the music they tired of waiting

I just been needing time mind cluttered need motivation

Been healin from shit I'm good now I'm levitating

Let's get off on right foot

Swinging sum like right hook

Money coming in

My Pockets like Lori Lightfoot

For all them days i slept away

Wake up and get paid today

Money coming in

My pockets boom like the 808

All i do is mind my business

Andrew how i Wigg on niggas

Playin with GN that shit will get you rolled up in swishers

Depression got me moving slow

Anxiety just won't let me go

Fuck it i need that money bro

Mula on my medulla ooh