Oh my God (uh) Give me a minute, bitch, give me a minute I'm feeling infinite Break out the rhyme book then I pen it My windows is tinted Yeah, rap is my house and boy you just a tenant Move backwards like tenant I full sent it If I said it I meant it My shit is authentic Got bars like defendants that lost You iffy iffy at that 50-50 like a Super Bowl toss Yeah, bitch, I'm a boss Dom Toretto with the Nars Rappin' like NAS Hope for a round of applause Bitch I get in it don't hold me down Oh, no, no, everybody think they know me now Everybody all 'bout shit, gotta hold the crown I got more strings than people on the earth Don't matter not a word, put them all in the dirt Bobby going berserk, I'ma need a 24-karat gold hearse Just bought my lady a purse, that shit cost more than your Hyundai is worth Don't step on my turf, go to work, came a long way from the dorm room with the turps Make some, take some, nigga take one, fuck a fake one Stay with the kicks like Jake won Tell me how you really wanna do it, motherfuckers going through it I'm a student of the game but the rest is truant Yeah, the money when I talk but you ain't fluent Talk of what you doing, homie, you ain't do it Break it down for a bad bitch, nigga, I'm wealthy You just a tad rich, pockets on healthy (skrrt) Every day I get it, yes, I know All that shit you talkin' hella slow We ain't fuckin' with you, nah, no, bro We ain't fuckin' with you, hell no Hell no, uh Oh my God Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, huh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, huh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, huh Oh my God, oh my, uh Oh my, ayy, ayy, God, uh Two-steppin', two-steppin' Ayy, tell me, did you get the lesson? Ayy, every week I's in detention, uh Who the man round here? Uh, turn into something from sleepin' on couches That's how the game go, that's the whole thing I thought I told you before that I's gon' make it happen (ooh, ooh) Fuckin' in the living room, sneakin' in the window in the back Unlocked by the gutter on the left side Made a couple records independent Then I got up on the move to Miami Now I'm here in the south side You know the rest of the story The glory now I'm making records with 6ix I threw the Rolex inside of the bag I don't wear it, it's fucking my wrist up She say it's a hot girl summer I'm too late, that's a bummer, yeah should've been smart when I done her I got drunk, now I'm dumber Yeah, fuckin' up my hoes for the hoes And now I'm traveling both coasts I'm feeling like a goat Maddie Quarms always do the most Took a microphone on the boat (yeah) I've had enough of discussions from people that ain't cheavin' shit, you and nobody Gettin' advice from somebody who ain't doin' shit, how you talk, you a nobody I wouldn't go off with this shit independent, no budget, no label, I'm somebody In a casino with chips at high limit, I'm losin' it all, this is fun money This is fun money, you a dumb buddy I remember been playing hockey with the pup bunnies I ain't talkin' Philadelphia, it's always sunny Had a hundred thousand when I made run from me Well bitch boy, dollars make sense, boy Drunk a Jameson in the back, I'm a six-boy VIP red rope for the clique, boy Ain't no g, ayy, when I'm fuckin' made of coins, boy (uh) Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, huh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, huh Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, huh Oh my God, oh my, uh Oh my, boy, God