| If you ain’t get no money, nigga, what’s yo purpose? |
| Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus |
| I keep on doin' what I’m doin', what I’m doin' workin' |
| They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect |
| They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect |
| I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous |
| I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses |
| And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface |
| Just to wake up it’s a blessed day |
| But I’m boomin' cage like everyday |
| Gonna muscle down I put my hustle down |
| I gone makin' money like several ways |
| Got a traphouse in the neighborhood |
| Get my grass cut by seven J’s |
| Flashback, yellow Lamborghini |
| I pulled up to the figure eight |
| Got a book man, I’m the coupe man |
| Get the S-scrolls, I’m Escrope (?) |
| I pulled up in that Rolls Royce |
| All the pussy niggas had nothin' to say |
| Cockroaches in the industry |
| I think it’s time for me to fumigate |
| Asenzi (?) committed when I get through those pretty J’s |
| Might buy a pain, I might crack a seal |
| Then pour for my ace of spades |
| Might buy a pound and then break it down |
| Then smoke a pound in the VIP |
| I get money, you ain’t gettin' money, is that the reason you mad at me? |
| Got fifty bags of that Cali gas |
| And it’s all free if you find a seed |
| If you ain’t get no money, nigga, what’s yo purpose? |
| Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus |
| I keep on doin' what I’m doin', what I’m doin' workin' |
| They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect |
| They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect |
| I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous |
| I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses |
| And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface |
| I hope she get so wet I get a backstroke |
| And fuck a nigga, what the fuck you think these scraps fo'? |
| Yeah, I be ballin', and I ain’t talkin' ball back |
| Big money, start talkin' lil money fall back |
| Show me where them brawls at, show me where the mall at |
| Chill with the shit, bitch, show me where the staul at |
| Look at all this work, I don’t think that I can move it all |
| Look at all this dope, I don’t think that I can sell it all |
| Yeah, I’m tellin' ya, big cookin' work in the kitchen, I’m smellin' ya |
| Shout out to the east cuz I be there on the regular |
| Yeah, we call em squares but their shapes are rectangular |
| If you ain’t get no money, nigga, what’s yo purpose? |
| Don’t need no clowns in my circle, this is not a circus |
| I keep on doin' what I’m doin', what I’m doin' workin' |
| They say the watch on my wrist is picture perfect |
| They say the way I hold the pot is picture perfect |
| I left the lot and dropped the top cuz tops they make me nervous |
| I got the game, all I got, my life and my verses |
| And all that sneaky bitch shit, it came to the surface |