(It's a Wayne beat) I got White Grease with me (Elijah), I got Pablo I got the original Grease Man We finna start a fire in this motherfucka (His name, Pablo) I got a hunnit cash on me, I'll spend all this shit Today a light day, I got on all Rick A million dollars, bro, that's what you call rich? Nigga, I just spent two million dollars, play with tall shit Shout out my nigga Audi, call it dog shit Pull into the O and I just landed on some dog shit, like Craig daddy She got some good pussy, but her head chatty Crank the supercharge up, I done scared granny Fifty racks each pocket, why my pants saggy? I got a million dollar deal, still dress tacky Crazy part, I ain't even got no advance, I been just rappin' Your numbers don't go up, cause you just cappin' I'm finna drop a mixtape called Something Happened Please don't stand behind me, ‘cause I punch backwards '25 Maybach with the run flatters I made $100K this week and let my son have it Put the gun behind my back, start shootin', how I run backwards Fuck the hoe niggas, free the ones matter Niggas ain't got hands, nowadays, havin' a gun matter Eighty-six hundred on me, finna spend it all on drank Duh, it was a pint of red, what the fuck you think? I got three million stashed, nigga, fuck a bank But when you take it out the wrapper, it's gon' fuckin' stink Yeah, smell like mildew I just made a hundred thousand on some real shoes You said everything you won't, but what you will do? Like slime your brother out for a couple dollars? White Supreme mid-tops cost a fuckin' Prada Bitch asked: Can we fuck?, I'm like: Nada She put her brother in our business, and I popped him He pulled up with straight Quay', so I Wocked it This shit was all in God plans, you can't stop it I'm tired of buyin' drank from these niggas, need a doctor's 'script When your car go 200, it be hard to stop it Like, how you sayin' I owe you somethin' cause you see I got it When I was dead broke, you ain't see the profit When I asked you to do a song, you would switch topics Your bum ass, should've played for Flint Tropics AP got a bomb in it, why that bitch tockin'? Why that bitch tickin'? Hope I see the hoe in person, I'ma kick flip her You can't get over on me, I done tricked trickers Plus, I ain’t never lose sight, I see the big picture You niggas big bitches Hit a lick for ten racks and bought six switches That ain't even no BBL, she got a big biscuit I was tryna cook a whole brick, then my wrist twisted Yeah, I twist my wrist At the gas station, dude got popped on, we reminiscin' Before this rap shit, I was in the kitchen Nigga, I was broke as hell, but I had a mission C said we couldn't go flat, long as we had a kitchen