Yeah
It's CMG forever, ever
We don't do no guessing boy this facts nigga (yeah, forever)
Everybody wit me go a strap nigga (strap nigga, yeah)
Yeah

I just signed Moneybagg on a yacht (nigga that's federal)
He said fuck an album budget he want blocks (ay I want bricks)
He said fuck them haters we gon' make em hot (gon' make 'em mad)
This two-fifty nigga, go buy you a drop
Walk through for fifty, nigga went and bought me a watch (I'm signing now)
Since you hating on me, come get you a job (ay, right now)
Heard you telling on your homies boy you rotten (boy you rotten)
See me four deep with my homies, boy I'm plotting (yeah), facts

Shake some, take some, I was bought up like a savage (shake some, take some)
I just turnt up on my haters copped the Aston (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in Miami, trap swag, J's and white tee (ay, right now)
Hood nigga, all this fame don't excite me (facts)

I don't care where the nigga at, what he claim (facts)
If the nigga a real nigga we could get some money

Know this rap shit changed my life, I know I'm blessed for that
Just spent five hundred on that drop head, I ain't stressing that
I know Blac Youngsta worth a million I ain't question that
Don't disrespect me, try to squash it, no reversing that, facts

Come sign with me and get a pack
Or play with me your shit gon' splat

Trap house jumping off the meter like my shows and features (yeah)
'Fore they started sending threats, I always kept a heater (facts)
Pain, some Act' pills in the pack and plenty bowls of reefer (facts)
Other niggas was bustin' heads, I always kept 'em cheaper (I always did)
I remember selling bombs (yeah)
Then I blew up like a bomb, profits off the bomb
Put it in my charm (right now, right now), couple karats on my arms (uh, uh ay)
Yeah, real nigga just putting words together
I'm not no rapper (I'm not no rapper)
And them niggas just putting words together they not factor, facts

And I go federal, federal, federal
I'm on Percs, Xans, et cetera
Homie came home that shit was a miracle
Fucked a lil bitch, to take my miracle
Niggas gon' talk, but I don't be hearing them
Niggas gon' bluff, but I don't be fearing them, facts

Off the yacht where the shit be clearing 'em
Fn bullets, the shit be piercing 'em
Nigga want war they best insuring 'em, facts

Woo

Oh man, that's too much money young nigga
Count that again
We break machines over here, pussy
And we gon' buy every gun for sale nigga, yeah
Beep, beep, beep
Jack, ay you love that, woo
Slow that motherfucker down

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Demario White, Mario Mims