These niggas cant tell me nothin' about this Rap shit
Uh, (Butcher comin', nigga)
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Yo, I don't showboat, you niggas know though
Me and Bono, minus Gina, we like Tony and Manolo
Your dough short as Frodo
I'm at the register like what's the total (what's that?)
Since I kicked in the door I been in go mode
She ask the same question like
"Why you never smilin' in your photos?"
The same reason Bobby went solo
This tech shoot in slo-mo (slo-mo)
I'm tipsy riding shotgun in the Volvo
My shit punch like Miguel Cotto
(Let's go) Who went from whippin' soft O's
To late night talk shows? (We)
Y'all gettin' frail, I get the mail in Dior robes
Lord knows my ear, neck and my wrist all froze (uh)
Far as rewards go every trophy I wore gold
This magic that I'm makin', Pyrex glasses was my major (major)
It's hard to tell a butterfly from caterpillar stages (uh)
They made me the underdog, I'm glad them niggas hated
Now It's hard to feel bad when I flash this little paper, BSF

Early never late
Money forever tall (yes)
I'm in it for the bank
We winnin' overall (yes)

Early never late
Money forever tall (yes)
I'm in it for the bank
We winnin' overall (ayy)

I'm creepin' in that 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff I let it go
(For sure though) You know
Find 'em in the back brim low
I ain't with cuffin' that trick
I let her go (hoo) (you know)

Yo, the way I blew up the weight
Niggas thought I had a cape (uh-huh)
Mr. Extra Twelve Grams on Every Twenty-eight (yeah)
I'm the hood Bill Gates, the Black Soprano Estate
Been doin' numbers out the gate, I been tripling as of late, uh (yeah)
You cross paths with the Butcher, you know your fate (yeah)
You gassed 'em, I lapped niggas in this lyrical race (race)
I'm tryin' to catch up to legends, playin' chase
Kept my balance, make sure my talent ain't go to waste (uh-huh)
Ask the FBI about me, I'm the one that escaped
Dope dealer, uh, fiends hear my name and get the shakes (they get the shakes)
They look at my face and get the taste (uh)
I gave 'em that whip base, they promoted my mixtapes, uh
It's Benny ridin' through the city with the Mayor with him (with the Mayor with him)
Nigga, my whole team Titans like I'm Derrick Henry (uh)
For my niggas I'll go to trial, I'll share a kidney
Kiss my Momma, I left for Jail she said the prayer with me, let's go (prayer with me)

Early never late
Money forever tall (yes)
I'm in it for the bank
We winnin' overall (yes)

Early never late
Money forever tall (yes)
I'm in it for the bank
We winnin' overall (ayy)

I'm creepin' in that 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff I let it go
(For sure though) You know
Find 'em in the back brim low
I ain't with cuffin' that trick
I let her go (hoo) (you know)

(Yeah) I'm business savvy, so they throw them digits at me (uh)
These niggas want to win but don't know the business, daddy (nah)
You's a coach flight, me, I'm a Lear, Rose Don (Don)
What I mean is I got options man, I control the ball (that's right)
Catch him speedin' in that cockpit with Gucci goggles on (vroom)
I got Hatians that got Chopper's that put you on the wall (dig me?)
I'm well connected ghetto accepted, very respected
These ignorant motherfuckers measure you by your necklace (damn)
Fuck what's in your pocket (pockets), nigga what's in your bank? (What?)
You ask 'em how to sketch a win these niggas draw a blank (nothing)
I'm shittin' ain't I? (Ain't I?) I need a Port-O-Potty (I need it)
See Homey all in all, we winnin' overall (chyeah)

Early never late
Money forever tall (yes)
I'm in it for the bank
We winnin' overall (yes)

Early never late
Money forever tall (yes)
I'm in it for the bank
We winnin' overall (ayy)

I'm creepin' in that 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff I let it go
(For sure though) You know
Find 'em in the back brim low
I ain't with cuffin' that trick
I let her go (hoo) (you know)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jeremie Pennick, Lionel Pickens, Rory William Quigley, Teyonahhh