This that 1017 and XO
If young Metro don't trust you, I'mma shoot ya

You gotta show, you sellin' tickets to your best friends
My show be sellin' out in 20 seconds
I fucked your bitch first, gave my broski seconds
My shooter itchin', wanna shoot over a mention
Pop a pill, go to a whole another dimension
Takin' Perkies, I'm avoidin' my depression
Pay the lawyer, make my boy avoid his sentence
He back on road, cashing out and livin' senseless

Got my pot and got my 4 (got my 4 yeah)
Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip, yeah)
Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford, yeah)
Might took long, don't come up short (come up short, yeah)
Call you down and you ignore (yeah)
Like Gucci Mane, we kick the door (yeah)
Buy designer when I'm bored (yeah)
Take your main bitch on my tour (yeah)

I think I need some help to count all this money yeah
I think I need some help to spend all these hundreds yeah
I'm just a brown boy that amde something from nothing (yeah, me too)
Now I'm ballin' and you can't tell me nothin' yeah

Huh huh, this that 1017 and XO
I call NAV, he in the penthouse smokin' next door
So much money, I ain't worry about the next show
But I paid a quarter million to see my neck glow
I used to sell coke, blow off my metro
They was way above before I met Metro
I think lil mama got me fucked with the sex bro
I like her but I think I'm love with the neck bro
Now It's on to the next ho
Guwop a dog I need a collar and a mink coat
A brainiac, she went to college with the smart folks
But I was trappin' in the 6 sellin' hard dope

Get a check, run it up
Get a check, run it up
Get a check, run it up
Get a check, run it up
Touch me, get touched
Drinkin' Act, no Tuss
Ever since I got some money
You been actin' up

Got my pot and got my 4 (got my 4 yeah)
Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip, yeah)
Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford, yeah)
Might took long, don't come up short (come up short, yeah)
Call you down and you ignore (yeah)
Like Gucci Mane, we kick the door (yeah)
Buy designer when I'm bored (yeah)
Take your main bitch on my tour (yeah)

I think I need some help to count all this money yeah
I think I need some help to spend all these hundreds yeah
I'm just a brown boy that amde something from nothing yeah
Now I'm ballin' and you can't tell me nothin' yeah

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Writer(s): Amir Esmailian, Kevin Gomringer, Leland Tyler Wayne, Navraj Goraya, Radric Delantic Davis, Tim Gomringer