When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast, every day it's gon' rain Yeah, better, better do it, better gang whip up, this your peer Yeah, from the streets, but I got a lil' sense, but I had to go cook no brain Cook no brain, I ain't worried about you, I'ma do what I do and I do my thing Bought a brand new shoes, told her, kick rocks, don't stand too close Diamonds, kick box, they ain't red, mean gold, so I don't stop I know they wish they can catch me, but keep wishing you Think I done turned into a fiend for these Tryna stuff as much as I can in these Raise your *** on my man, there's no difference I ain't never pop no ***, I sip scissors If I ever have to turn on the gang, I won't do it But if I put it on a song, I send it up in doors I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds move Scream free out of the house, but I ain't no fam gon' Gave my momma ten bands, sent me to Cancun Got a crowd goin' down, but I ain't no damn fool I made it and did it, it made it, you can too We done came a long way from Broken Ranch, usually When you rich like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Bit of, bit of door, bit of game, whip up, ish pick Yeah, from the streets, but I got a lil sense But I had to go cook no brain Ain't worried bout you, I'mma do what I do And I do my thing When you rich like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Bit of, bit of door, bit of game, whip up, ish pick From the streets, but I got a lil sense But I had to go cook no brain Ain't worried bout you, I'mma do what I do And I do my thing Got a quarter million dollars in a boot bag New era, I'm a dope boy, no cap I'm livin' my best life for real Just love the dealership, no tax If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last Be the opposite, knocked off, toe tap Ain't been home in a month, got my *** mad They need me in the trap, but I can't go back I come to all the poor with a hundred dollar slab I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think Every vibe I ever shot, my shot, they call it Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell Put my craft in the wrap, then I took off, yeah New G-Wagon, no key, this a push start I can hit the gas, make it disappear When you rich like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Bit of, bit of door, bit of game, whip up, ish pick From the streets, but I got a lil sense But I had to go cook no brain Ain't worried bout you, I'mma do what I do And I do my thing When you rich like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Bit of, bit of door, bit of game, whip up, ish pick From the streets, but I got a lil sense But I had to go cook no brain Ain't worried bout you, I'mma do what I do And I do my thing