| Fishscale all over my motherfucking apartment |
| Damn, I got dope all on garment |
| Cooking dope in Trestletree, move the trap to Sun Valley |
| Now I’m in Gresham housing, money piling, money piling |
| I’m so fresh, don’t need a stylist |
| Buy a rental car and tint the windows |
| Buy a car, stop the mileage |
| Stuffing bricks all in a fender |
| Stuffing P’s in the spare tire |
| Gucci ain’t real, you a damn liar |
| Say yo nigga a live wire |
| I’ma short circuit nigga wifi |
| Serve more chicken than Popeye’s |
| Strong purp, Popeye |
| One day I might die, but not soon because I’m strapped fool |
| I got old schools, I got new schools, I got one rule — don’t cross me |
| Red bottoms on my feet, courtside next to Spike Lee |
| Baby, I’m Spike Lee |
| All the purple, all the white |
| All this green, taking a flight |
| Up all night, nigga getting shot |
| Nigga getting popped, Big Guwap |
| Drop my top, suicide doors |
| Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls |
| Money over hoes, recycling your clothes |
| You niggas going broke, I’m sure of my goals |
| Wop! |
| Little Mexico we cook up dope |
| If a nigga broke, we sell him soap |
| I can see it in your eyes that you niggas going broke |
| ‘Cause you don’t got no pres no mo' |
| Yo bitches gone, yo money getting low |
| He used to buy bricks, now he buyin' a fo' |
| Money over bitches, can’t wife no ho |
| Money over everything, can’t go broke |
| We blowing gas, smoking on flights |
| Place your order, I’ll be there over night |
| I’m talking private planes |
| Hundred bricks of white |
| Still a young nigga, I live a mob life |
| (Let's go!) |
| All the purple, all the white |
| All this green, taking a flight |
| Up all night, nigga getting shot |
| Nigga getting popped, Big Guwap |
| Drop my top, suicide doors |
| Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls |
| Money over hoes, recycling your clothes |
| You niggas going broke, I’m sure of my goals |
| Wop! |