Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough
Not like these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up
No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up
Time I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo' bed she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G's movin' silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the game

Got a new car and a bust down
I was down bad, but I'm up now
When I puff loud, when I come 'round
And we just met, she in love now
I'm a straight player, I don't cuff now
I get to the bag,I just run 'round
I'm on KK, I need one pound
When I call the play, it's a touchdown
I'ma beat it down, money, need a pile of it
Blowin' strong and I even fly with it
Team that I'm with, they don't violate it
Got a man, but she good at hidin' it
Say she can't get enough, late night, I hit her up
Smokin', not drinkin', so I'm 'bout to pick her up
Had me one rolled, soon as her nigga left
Love when I choke, don't let her get a breath

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough
Not like these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up
No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up
Time I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo' bed she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G's movin' silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the game

(Quavo, whoa)
Connect, that my cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up
Walk around, take out good nut, kick his double cup
Offset so crazy, you might end up poured up (pour 'em up)
Lookin' for your bitch, she out somewhere cuddled up
Circle is tight, look like a huddle up
Tryna get right, young nigga, double up (double up)
I paid for the bitch to go get a new tummy tuck
Can't come in first, we don't remember runner-ups
Walk in the club with my motherfuckin' burner tuck (burner tuck, grrah)
I am your leader, your favorite achiever
I bought the baguettes, the pave is cheaper
Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa

Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough
Not like these niggas, I smoke when I'm wakin' up
No, I ain't fake enough, money I'm rakin' up
Time I ain't takin up, got ya girl bakin' up
Yo' bed she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up
Pillow, her face in there, whole lot of space in 'em
My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it
Don't put the basics in, smokin' the face in it
Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is
Real G's movin' silent, my niggas are dangerous
Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane
Stack everythin' at the club, make it rain
Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid
Fuck niggas hate, guess that comes with the game

(Jerm on the boards)

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Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Jackson Card, Jeremy Kulousek, Mike G. Dean, Quavious Keyate Marshall