I’m ‘a run this shit up ’til I’m gone
Count up and spend it. It’s nothing on me
Milli ain’t none. So, I’m coming for three
She like fucking with me ’cause I’m some to see
She fell in love with a G
I love to hustle. Ain’t rest in a week
I was just fucked up and cheap
Nowadays I don’t do none for free
I don’t do none but get paper
Road run state get shit out the way
I don’t see none to hate
Niggas ain’t none what they say
I don’t even talk. Just show you the work I put in
The back of this truck say, “May”
I spend a lifetime hustling tryna come up
See how muck I could spend in a day
Yeah
I’m ‘a run out of time ‘fore I run out of money
R.I.p. to my dog. We was thugging
I still shed tears like I’m cutting up an onion
And I’m still at the “Stop” and go trapping. I’m active
I’m posted up eating on Funyuns
Yeah
We got this bit jumping like bunji
My hood like a jungle. “Jumanji”
I remember I was broke as a joke
But I wasn’t even laughing
That shit wasn’t funny
Couple hundred dollars to my name. Nothing
I really turned nothing to something
Now, I got a pocket full of dog shit
Tryna count this shit up
I’m fumbling
Now, I got a cattle. Just bought a beehive
Ain’t this the land of the milk and the honey
I NBA 2K a deuce. I dunked it
Supposed to be sipping this shit but I drunk it
I shouldn’t even be driving this big tryna function
Last nigga tried. You know we had slumped ’em
Blew this shit down all that huffing and puffing
I’m riding with a chopper the size of a munchkin
Smoking exotic
This shit here musty
Every time I link with this freak, we hunching
I’m ‘a run this shit up ’til I’m gone
Count up and spend it. It’s nothing on me
Milli ain’t none. So, I’m coming for three
She like fucking with me ’cause I’m some to see
She fell in love with a G
I love to hustle. Ain’t rest in a week
I was just fucked up and cheap
Nowadays I don’t do none for free