(Wheezy outta here)

I used to couldn't see this far
Damn, look how them tables turned
Think I walk on water but I never let no bridges burn
It's different when it's given to you
All the money, I really earned it
And it ain't no one's business, why the fuck am I still they concern?
Ain't the one for trippin', I keep pushin', I'm like lesson learned
I ain't missin' my shot at this shit, everyone don't get a turn
I was thinkin' street, I wanted everyone in verts and Rovers
Now I really see and I got everyone convertin' over
Studio, I'm standin' at the microphone 'til the session over
Niggas know we came with a lot of strong, took our section over
Took our section over (skrrt)

I know it hurt but you still told me that you lied
We made it work but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and paved that iron between that line, I smoke that fire
I know it hurt but you still told me that you lied
We made it work but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine and I'd do it again

Half a million dollars on me, I feel it in my chromosomes
I don't talk to that bitch, when we meet up, she know I'm only bone
Last time you seen me I made a million without a mobile phone
Two hundred thousand stacked up I could've bought it myself, you need a drone
Tryna put my people on, put my heart in every song
Thugger told me, "That bitch heart ain't right, you need to leave her alone"
She a dime but she ain't got a diamond, that don't make no sense
I don't care, don't waste no time, my next one gon' be Heaven-sent
Ran me up some mils, now I'm not comin' off the bench
I been patiently waitin' on my turn, just tell when is it?
I can spin 'em like Big Worm or Vick, I feed 'em to the pitts
Yeah, my whole life has turned, I think I'm gettin' followed by a journalist
I think my life done finally shifted, we on a yacht, look like a ship
I prayed to God to get you hips and then I got your titties lifted
Never like to fuss and fight, but you throw fists in like they trip
And then seduce me with your lips and I enjoy it

I know it hurt but you still told me that you lied
We made it work but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and paved that iron between that line, I smoke that fire
I know it hurt but you still told me that you lied
We made it work but you still found the ways around it
Extended verse, somehow we still ain't see the high
I paid the fine, and I'd do it again

You say that you need a friend, hold up, lil' bitch, come again
Know you may not know my name but my net worth a fuckin' M
And that's just what the people know we move like a pick and roll
Six shots behind screen, word to that three, they comin' at your soul
That lil' bitch a freak (yeah), she gon' eat with my Pateky on
I came from the streets, she know I'm G, what she wan' sex me for
Iced out all my P's, down to my C's, put all my brothers on
I took out my piece, that bitch a freak she say she love it on
I know she just wanna fuck 'cause I'm rich now
I ran to the top, ain't stunt on shit ain't make no pitstops
I ran up the money and make it flip, somethin' like TikTok
Thuggin' in a brick house, Pookie servin' Chris Rock

If I knew how to spin a bend (spin a bend)
Then I'd spin again (spin again)
We hit a slide every time (slide out)
And slide out

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Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sean Momberger, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass