| 50 thousand AP it’s gon' make you blind |
| Young rich nigga fell in love with the dollar sign |
| Hit the pj with the brick just like all the time |
| Grab the Draco shoot it up like the Columbine |
| Call up my jeweler he pull up with ice chains |
| Two pistols on my hip like Max Payne |
| Post in the hood, 100k on a dice game |
| Look at my wrist my Rollie did the hurricane |
| Look at my wrist my Rollie did the hurricane |
| Look at my AP, I’m in the AP gang |
| My trap be booming nigga, I’m doing my damn thing |
| Junkies hit the door, they knock at my door, they leave |
| And they coming right back like a boomerang |
| Half a chicken I spent it on my pinky ring |
| Me and Birdman riding that fire flame |
| Rich gang lil nigga we savages |
| Zone 1, I was serving that cocaine |
| Came in the trap I was serving that Mary Jane |
| Sixteen hit the pot with the hurricane |
| Buscemi feet when I stand in the trap |
| And I’m whipping that dope |
| And Niggas selling everyting |
| Sipping ciroc but no I’m not diddy |
| Look at the apple watch it cost me a 50 |
| Platinum maserati slide thru the city |
| Hop out the whip I’m whipping that Whitney |
| 50 thousand AP it’s gon' make you blind |
| Young rich nigga fell in love with the dollar sign |
| Hit the pj with the brick just like all the time |
| Grab the Draco shoot it up like the Columbine |
| Call up my jeweler he pull up with ice chains |
| Two pistols on my hip like Max Payne |
| Post in the hood, 100k on a dice game |
| Look at my wrist my Rollie did the hurricane |
| Look at my wrist my Rollie did the hurricane |