(Cosa Nostra)
Yeah, it's Face, nigga
Uh, I know they waitin' on this run to end
I'm still gettin' started (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Huh
I know they waitin' on this run to end
I know they waitin' to catch me out, for my gun to jam
I know you thought I said I never made an M
Listen
I made more than an M, is you crazy?
I just ain't have it all at once, now I got it, bruh, I made it (I'm a millionaire)
I spent so much pape' fightin' cases
So if you in the streets with no cheese, better save it (save it)
I'm finna take break from weed, bruh, I been actin' lazy
I don't even count my pape', I let the money counter save me
Mopar every day and I ain't racin'
Still got more money than that white nigga that's in that Mercedes
Killin' niggas before they kill us, that's what I stand for (bratt)
It's my first time in this club, I'm lettin' bands go (let 'em go)
She tryna secure the bag, she wanna hand-hold
And it's another girl that's tryna do it, I put my mans on (come on)
I ain't stingy (uh-uh)
I ain't pressin' nobody, get with the shit, nigga, I ain't spendin' (at all)
All blicks cost a band and up, they ain't jammin' (bratt)
First twelve bars, I ain't cuff STAR BANDZ (what the fuck?)
Bro back in a strike', fuckin' up the trans (yeah)
They tryna put me on the band, it's fuckin' up my plans
They took my. 300 Black', that bitch was all tan
That's when I was in the 'Raq, I ain't even get to feel y'all land (I got to put y'all down)
Been told a story, but I can't even speak on that yet (I can't)
But I'ma tell you one thing, I think somebody rat
You would smoke on Face, put the 'za in the package
Hold on, roll the window down, I think we caught him in traffic (peep that)
We threw a party on the block, this bitch crackin'
With my 'cause, I forgot his ass a Blood, so this bitch brackin' (blood)
Thug Club with the holes in the jacket (what else?)
And my shirt was five hundred, bruh, I feel like Belly (what he say?)
T-shirt cost a deuce, hmm
Whole 'fit probably cost a six
This bitch want a G6, ain't talkin' 'bout the whip
All blues get you walked down like them niggas Crips (Crip walk)
I was already shittin' on you niggas, now I'm shittin' bricks (what else?)
I ain't rock my J today 'cause niggas always squint
My nigga from the D just went to jail in Flint
He say, Your name ringin' in that bitch, I can't even cap
I know they waitin' on this run to end
I know they waitin' to catch me out, for my gun to jam
I know you thought I said I never made an M
Listen
I made more than an M, is you crazy?
I just ain't have it all at once, now I got it, bruh, I made it (I'm a millionaire)
I spent so much pape' fightin' cases
So if you in the streets with no cheese, better save it (save it)