歌詞

Yeah, uh

I pull up in my slab, switchin’ lanes, on my swangers (Skrt)

Jewelry on my neck, talk slick, I’m a banger (What?)

D-Twon steppin’, double cup full of danger (Yeah)

Blue flag wavin’ but I’m cool woth the rangers

I pull up to the city, trunk bangin’ like a hammer (Skrt)

Candy paint drippin’, when I slide in my pajamas (Yeah)

Drippin’ in designer, mix the syrup with the Fanta

Big body Chevy, blowin’ smoke like a jammer

I pull up with my thugs, COE, Glock, Nine on me, you know I’m swangin’ in the streets (Skrt)

Ridin’ ‘round, trunk shakin’, bangin’ Screw, all these gold on my neck, look like I’m from Middle East

Don’t give a fuck about the haters, I got money, I been gridin’ every season, I don’t hustle just for tweets (Yeah)

Came from the bottom so I gotta keep it cocky, level up my hustle, now my pockets never weak

I’m goin’ back in

Slide in Dallas, slide in Tokyo, different city, different beat (What?)

They be mad, let ‘em talk, I’m too busy countin’ sheets (Yeah)

If you speakin’ on my name, better practice what you preach

Real steppers at my table, you don’t even got a seat

I’ve been ballin’ like I’m Curry, all these shooters on my team (Skrt)

She keep beggin’ for my time, told her baby take a seat (What?)

But I’m married to the trap, everyday I gotta eat (Yeah)

I got money on my schedule, I got money when I sleep

(Uh, I got money when I sleep)