(Crazy)
Uh, feelin'
You woke up feelin' way better
Way better than the day you did before (whole, whole)
You got the whole world in the palm of your hands
You had to let it go

(Nard & B)
DJ C-Money in this motherfucker (TrenchWork)
La Familia (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Freeband Gang, we global now (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy (turn up)
All this money confiscatin', ain't no imitatin' (straight up)
All it took was some patience, niggas still hatin' (get it)
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin' (get it, get it)
Glock 40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it (yeah)
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it (Freebandz)
Like when I was sellin' rocks, nigga, I'm still hungry (still hungry)
Quarter million, all hundreds, got 'em all on me

Yeah, I'm 'bout that lifestyle (yeah), Pradas on me right now (yeah)
Had to pay my lawyer off 'cause nigga I don't do trial
Bitches, I don't do trial, you can keep your comments (woo)
I be gettin' this money (woo), 'bout to fuckin vomit
Dirty all in my stomach, tell me how bad do you want it? (I Swear)
Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky (I swear, I swear)
All that damn finessin' then I took off like the Jetsons (do it)
All that damn stressin' and a nigga start progressin'
Yeah, yeah (woo, woo, woo)

Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy (turn up)
All this money confiscatin', ain't no imitatin' (straight up)
All it took was some patience, niggas still hatin' (get it)
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin' (get it, get it)
Glock 40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks, nigga, I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds, got 'em all on me (yeah)

Ain't no sympathy, nigga, ain't no sympathy, nigga
You'll remember me, nigga, know you'll remember me, nigga
I'ma whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, nigga
I'm gon' whip up in them foreigns, make you envy me, nigga
I got that sack out the front door and I went straight through the back
I was fucked up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap
I'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta jug out in Clay Co (Clay Co)
I won't wear 'em no more (why?), if those shoes a day old
See how consistent I am? See how persistent I am?
I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs
That's an Aventador nigga, that cost a hundred a piece
I went so hard in them streets (what happened?)
I'm 'bout to have me a feast (woo, woo, woo)

Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy (turn up)
All this money confiscatin', ain't no imitatin' (straight up)
All it took was some patience, niggas still hatin' (get it)
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin' (get it, get it)
Glock 40, lemon squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin' rocks, nigga, I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds, got 'em all on me

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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brandon Rackley, James Bernard Jr. Rosser, Nayvadius Wilburn