Yeah, uh, uh
Read what the fuck goin' on (okay, K Money)
Yeah, from this point on, nigga (live from the)
Call me 'Face Mob, yeah (live from the)
Back in the corner suite with this shit

I hop in it, full speed, I'm goin' straight to the top
We got liquor in rotation, pray, just brakin' for thots
Every glizzy got a switchie, they think gang from the Chi'
You ain't spend at least a twenty, I ain't wastin' my time
I hop in it, full speed, I'm goin' straight to the top
I got liquor in rotation, pray, just brakin' for thots
Every glizzy got a switchie, they think gang from the Chi'
They ain't spend at least a twenty, I ain't wastin' my time

I see envy when they talk, I see hate in they eyes
Man, I hate when that bitch talk, I like her better face down
All that playin', ain't no talkin', let the Draco make sounds
Gotta keep it incognito, movin' weight through they town (shh)
Hmm, yeah, yeah, ayy, bendin' corners early, swervin', servin'
Many of y'all niggas purgin' caution, man, I know you heard me
Sippin' dirty, feelin' like I'm birdie, mix it with the Perckys (turnt)
Sticks on while you workin', get a job, this shit you doin' ain't even worth it
Goin' in like I got motherfuckin' curfew
Money to my auntie, to my nieces and my nephews
Once you play it wrong, I'ma dead you, I left your ass on read too
Granny say, "Why you always got red juice?"
White paint, seats red too, all my racks is blue
All y'all raps is cap, y'all did dice, shook and through a net
If I don't beat it, go, who got the hookup? Feel like blue and black ('Face Mob)
Oh, many chains, they like "Damn, boy, don't you rap"
Don't attach 'em to my name and these lames tryna hold me back
I just left the country, I went shoppin', spent like forty racks
Soon as I touch back, I did a show, I made that forty back
Hit a nigga DM, I'm a demon, where your shorty at? (Bitch-ass nigga)
Made that lil' bitch cut his water off, I'm drinkin' all of that (haha)
Chill, nigga, coupe chill too, the roof be fallin' back (shh)
Ballin' on 'em, they don't stand a chance with they sorry ass (oh)
These niggas chasin' rich niggas like the bitches
Bitch, it's tinted, why don't you give me head in it? You a vixen
If I was broke, I wouldn't crack a joke, I'd try to fix it (get money)
I'm tryna figure out if this shit fact or this shit fiction (fact or fiction)
Marble on my (phew), marble on my kitchen (marble on my kitchen)
LV on my white lows, why would I come kick it? (why would I come?)
Told her "Keep it clean, keep it senseless, keep it sticky" (ooh)
I still rock Givenchy with the dogs, this shit vintage
Make it rain on a lame-ass rapper, kill his image
Place an order for ten-thousand fake beans, since they gremlins
Flip it, flip, flip again, I'm a gynmast
I can grant your wishes, I'm like "Timmy, what you thinkin'?"
Phone won't stop ringin' (uh-uh), jewels won't stop blingin' (uh-uh)
I ain't gon' tell you no lies, I either done or seen it
Hard to keep it low, my engine screamin', hood rich, like Keemer
Bought my bitch a beamer, know you seen it, all her diamonds Fiji (water)
All my niggas made men, fuck do y'all be thinkin'?
You get money, oh, really? They think I'm from Cleveland (oh, really?)
I'm up with the sharks and I'm really beamin' (with the sharks)
Cup's pink, Killa Cam and I really mean it (I really mean it)

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Marcellus Register