Yeah-yeah Cut that *** up, Quay I'm saying I come from the cook-up, that's all I know Cut that *** up, Quay They thinking I ain't getting no money, cuz I never short I'm trying to run me up a whole dime and I go for her *** all up like taking chances but this money go and blown I'm trying to remember, I know I gotta put my nose I ain't putting up no money for lil' Jason cuz he growing up I do four shows every week, man I'm blowing up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm going up They trying to stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine I just brought a brand new Rolex I'm a million dollar nigga, no flex Stretch these pounds, change my name to Bo Flitz Hit your baby mama, now you're holding this I want a rose gold on the paddock I want a regular one, I want a fancy I'm doing, I'ma call me mathematics I had a half a ticket in the attic And they gon' never stop, I'm everlasting They know how I come, they know how I come They know how I come, they know how I come Before I get that hustle, I'm over Ralph Simmons *** Valencia, Yaga Runners, this my field pass Ten-figure nigga, I'ma get that trap House a bucket, we don't live here Could've been gone, but I'm still here Placer at the bitch, they the real deal Used to have to rob, and I still will They thinking I ain't getting no money, cuz I never short I'm trying to run me up a whole dime, and I'm going for it *** I look like taking chances, but this money going blow I'm trying to run my nose, I gotta put mine up Putting up the money for lil' Jason, cuz he going up I do four shows every week, man I'm blowing up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten, I'm going up They trying to stop my shine, but they can't stop my shine I'm up on road, still got a passport I'm going straight net for the bad boy I remember when I used to go ask for a ride I'ma get that ***, I'ma get that ***, I'ma get that *** I'ma get that ***, I'ma get that ***, I'ma get that *** I'ma get that ***, I'ma get that ***, I'ma get that *** I do four shows per week, man I got a passport I'm going straight net for the bad boy I remember when I used to go ask for I don't think back, I just press fast fold I won't have the needs, I spend my last fold Twenty five reading on the dashboard Cost a quarter mil, then I pay cash flow I been pursing, ain't thinking my last flow I'm never pinching 30 for my P.O Lost the dollar g dragged me *** in my Rio Bitches talking down my ***in' career *** crazy, I got burned in Korea never thought a rap would be my career I'm a trash star, I'm dead with a D up Hop out and go dumb, I come from the slum Two fingers and I'm done Nigga know I chunk it up Rip your *** and throw it up Nigga try to take my chain We gon' shoot up the whole club They thinking I ain't getting no money Cause I'm never short I'm trying to run me up a whole dime And I'm going for it, *** I look like taking chances *** this money going blow I'm trying to run mine up I gotta put mine up Putting up the money, *** up Jason Cause he growing up, I do four shows Every week, man I'm blowing up Last month I got seven, this month I want ten I'm going up They tryna stop my shine But they can't stop my shine