| Yeah | 
| (Think it’s a game…) | 
| Know I deserve this shit, nigga | 
| I’m 'posed to be here, nigga | 
| You know, uh | 
| Yeah, yeah, huh-uh, uh, uh | 
| I done doubled up, yeah | 
| We gon' uh, uh | 
| We gon' fuck shit up, yeah | 
| Uh, look | 
| If I fuck with you, then only you can fuck that up, hey | 
| I done doubled up, hey | 
| I done partnered up, yeah | 
| I been gettin' money so long, your shit ain’t old enough, yeah | 
| You still growin' up, hey | 
| You done fucked it up, hey | 
| You ain’t thinkin' 'bout no money, I can’t fuck with y’all, hey | 
| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah | 
| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah | 
| I done ran it up, yeah | 
| I done doubled up, yeah | 
| Prices goin' up, huh | 
| I can’t fuck that up, yeah | 
| Ay, if I fuck with you | 
| Then I fuck with you, yeah | 
| I’m gon' buck for you, yeah | 
| Put my trust in you, yeah | 
| I won’t talk behind your back | 
| See that what suckers do, yeah | 
| All that back and forth | 
| You can’t be my girlfriend too, yeah | 
| All her boyfriends too, yeah | 
| I go Maybach coupe, yeah | 
| We ride Maybach too, yeah | 
| Whatever I say, I do, yeah | 
| When I say I shoot, yeah | 
| I ain’t gotta pay no shooter, yeah | 
| We tryna lay on you, heh | 
| We ain’t worried 'bout intruders | 
| I’ve been off all day | 
| But I’m still clocked in | 
| Workin' till my heart stops | 
| She gon' suck it till her jaw lock | 
| I got one hand on my gun, cocked | 
| Yeah, if I cut you off, just know it’s your fault, yeah | 
| If I fuck with you, then only you can fuck that up, hey | 
| I done doubled up, hey | 
| I done partnered up, yeah | 
| I been gettin' money so long, your shit ain’t old enough, yeah | 
| You still growin' up, hey | 
| You done fucked it up, yeah | 
| You ain’t thinkin' 'bout no money, I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah | 
| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah | 
| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah | 
| I done ran it up, yeah | 
| I done doubled up, yeah | 
| Prices goin' up, huh | 
| I can’t fuck that up, yeah, uh | 
| Prices, prices | 
| Pussy so good I escape it | 
| I done got a Benz, no license | 
| Diamonds still bustin' like Tyson | 
| Ooh | 
| Run it up, double it | 
| Ain’t 'bout the money, then I cannot fuck it with | 
| Old hunnids havin' dead presidents | 
| Fell in love with the money, now I’m stuck with it | 
| Come through with the pussy, I’ma fuck it up | 
| Kick that bitch out if it ain’t wet enough | 
| No rap, no cap, I ran it up | 
| You ain’t a buck for a milli up | 
| You ain’t to pay them hoes mind | 
| AP on my wrist, now them hoes blind | 
| Came up, finessin' the whole time | 
| Me and Lucci on the same grind | 
| Your friends, I fucked them the same time | 
| Broke niggas hate from the sideline | 
| Kick the cash, no decline | 
| I don’t want your bitch, she can’t be mine | 
| Boy, put out that Rollie, ain’t cold enough | 
| Too many diamonds, they notice us | 
| The check come in, I fuck it up | 
| Money too tall, it ain’t foldin' up | 
| If I fuck with you, then only you can fuck that up, hey | 
| I done doubled up, hey | 
| I done partnered up, yeah | 
| I been gettin' money so long, your shit ain’t old enough, yeah | 
| You still growin' up, hey | 
| You done fucked it up, yeah | 
| You ain’t thinkin' 'bout no money, I can’t fuck with y’all, hey | 
| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah | 
| I can’t fuck with y’all, yeah | 
| I done ran it up, yeah | 
| I done doubled up, yeah | 
| Prices goin' up, huh | 
| I can’t fuck that up, yeah, uh |