So on

Now take a seat and start to listen to this rhyme That I'm spittin' to this beat, my little bruh, made

It's fuckin' hitten, I can't believe it It's all year, baby

And I love the fact that some of y'all hate me But I'm right here, homie, I ain't leavin', bitch

Posted up, feelin' sick, while I'm touchin' hella chips Puttin' sugar in my grits and bitch's tongues

On my dick, on my dick And I be doin' me, best believe I'm gettin' mines

My life don't feel right unless I'm seein' dollar signs

Hatin'? That's fine, this shit ain't worth my time I'm steady tryin' to climb

My way to the top, be the cream of the crop I can't be stopped and I serve it so hot

With this game so cold My money be really gettin' hard to fold

Some say I'm cocky, some say I'm hella bold I talk hella shit and I buy hella gold