I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark I got my n****s cross the street livin' large Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead Thought my raps wasn't facts till they sat with the bars I got two phones, one need to charge Yeah, they twins, I can tear they ass apart I got big packs comin' on the way I got big stacks comin' out to save I got Lil' Max with me, he the wave It's a big gap between us in the game In the next life, I'm tryna stay paid When I die, I put my money in the grave When I die, I put my money in the grave I really gotta put a couple n****s in they place Really just slap every n**** in the race I really might tap realest n**** on my face Lil' CeCe, let it slap with the bass I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape Now I'm like, nah, love, I'm good, go away Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave you I was on top when that *** meant a lot Still on top, like I'm scared of the drop Still on top, and these n****s wanna swap N****s wanna swap like it's sauce in a watts I don't wanna change, cause I'm good where I'm at Mom taught, so I'm always good where I'm at Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J Tell him when I die, I put my money in the grave Couple figures killers call and collect She *** a n***a, then she on to the next Really living large, she ain't all with a Mac When you n****s think it's small in the mall with a rack Roll with us if you really wanna get it Go get a half a million in the Sprinter Phone ringing, bitches know a big tipple I got the hook up and there's really no limit Dead broke as in you n***a DNA Ricky Smiley syndicated with the Ye Lil' n***a just another state case Buried my motha***a chase, bang, time to bounce Gotta count on my allowance These n****s snitchin', so I gotta rewrite it A n***a trippin' like I got a zillion dollars Got the trap jumpin' like Zayn when I'm reboundin' Then I'm out, and I never talk about it The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest Rich n****s and I'm really being modest Cause the way I do my deals, never treat it like an artist want a house You could *** my accountant Might be *** six figures and I'm countin' Nine figures was the goal, till I hit the E's N****s ain't livin', so bury mine with me, Ross got it When I die, put my money in a grave I really gotta put a couple n****s in they place Really just slapped every n***a in the race I really might tap realest n***a on my face Lil' CeCe, let it slap with the bass I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape Now I'm like, nah, love, I'm good, go away Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave you I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad boy, I'm a bad boy