Ayy, ayy Ayy Nigga, nigga, hold on This a motherfucking newport that I'm smokin' on Nigga, I've been gettin' money 'fore you wrote a song Nigga, I've been makin' millions from across the phone Hold on, hold on, just left, Karl Malone (ayy) Nigga hoppin' out that window 'fore bro rolled it down Huh? Hold it– huh, what the fuck you on? You ain't bumpin' how I'm bumpin', get the fuck from 'round 'Fore I was sixteen, I been left for stain Nigga, I've been gettin' money like the Juiceman (ayy) Been locked up in them chains, but still, I'm untamed, huh That two million dollar rings on my main thang Huh, made that to his postman but we slang 'caine Nigga, I was broken as a child but learned to cope with pain I was selling rocks since with Birdman and KK Done fell in love with that chopper just like Tay-K Bang, bang, pussy nigga, better not lift your head up Ooh-ooh, I killed up so bad and then the feds come Oh-oh, young nigga straight up trappin' from the night to Sun I'm ready to roll, maintaining that call, we tryna get that up We ain't goin' in from the first to the dirt Nigga, we gon' get it in, I don't care what you heard That my big brother, he got money, he don't care, he gon' serve Got me hustling all my life to the labels, done hurt I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money I been gettin' money, I been gettin', ayy I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money I come from the South, these pussy niggas say I'm country I been gettin' money, bitch, I come straight from the concrete Bang, bang, so you play gangster, send your ass six feet Skrrt, skrrt, that's a brand new Range, now catch up with me I got my just like I'ma knock Baby, I'm J Lennon, told 'em look at my garage And I came from Chippewa street and I have that heart Boy, you don't want no war with me, we gon' kill you and your squad Mama used to buy me scratch-offs just as a lil' boy All that tough shit nigga meet me at the park All that rah rah shit, nigga, we don't play 'bout, we play games of war Big daddy rod, pop out our house I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money Baby, I been gettin' money, the whole world there, they saw Baby, I don't think that's funny, you just squirted in my car Run up on me, my Bitch, I got the wave I get 954 on show, mama, I'm a star I got mentions all around that far I got daughters and some sons, they be rich since they were born I got some bitches like Malone We been trappin' all night till the Sun fuckin' come On that Xan all night havin' fun We been hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', hustlin', I show you how it's done You cannot run, baby Like I'm That's a new chain and I work for it Bro and 'em got a, nigga, so work for it Steppin', I say no Where you get the ticket for driving reckless? That ain't no charge The total of four hundred and twenty-thousand dollars? She want too on Driving like I ain't got no mind because my roof gone I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money I been gettin' money, I been gettin', ayy I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money