Yeah, yeah I like to do what I wanna do I like to play with these bands I got the money and fame now My family don't understand, understand (Wheezy outta here) Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I invest that in some buildings, uh Look at my money, it tripled, uh Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn your block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save Who am I to talk about it? I blow money every day 'Cause I know when you die, you can't take the shit to your grave Gucci and Louis shoes everywhere, I don't got no closet space Versace drawers, my underwear cost what you make in a week Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit 12 gauge, hit him, he do backflips 40 hit him and he Michael Jackson Uh, big shit, expensive shit, all that shit Only wanna fuck one time, baby, I'm on the fall back shit Matter fact, you wanna fuck her, but you on the call back list But if I hit it already, chances are I ain't finna call back, bitch Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I invest that in some buildings, uh Look at my money, it tripled, uh Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn your block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid All these tennis chains on, I kinda feel like a slave Bitch got a cum stain on my Gucci shirt, I threw it away I'm so fly to you, I'm high to you, I take that to the grave Having a thrill off these pills, I could OD any day Shit getting realer and triller, I came up on a lotta M's Gotta pop on the opps, we shootin' out soon as we see 'em Mobbin' on the G6's, gon' very hard to see him I turned a stripper to a maid, bringing Magic to the crib Seven carats on my ring, seven carats on my ears Chopper going off like, "Ring, ring" Got Peedi Crakk, yeah I got Céline and codeine, I'm going outta here Got more hoes than Yeezy clothes, they put up like souvenirs Shit getting realer and realer, uh Came up on a couple of million, uh I invest that in some buildings, uh Look at my money, it tripled, uh Shit getting realer and realer, uh I lost my bro to the system, uh I lost my bro to a pistol, uh They tried to take me with him, uh I can't go for that, no, no I stay with killers every day Keep a 40, it's hungry I turn your block to a buffet Yeah, I spend a lot Balenciaga jacket, Dior shades I got a lean stain on it, I'ma give it to my maid