| You already know what time of the year it is, you know, Dave? |
| I think niggas got it confused like we took a break or somethin' |
| Nah, we been countin' up still, we ain’t never stopped countin', you know? |
| I got Junkie in this bitch with me, we been trappin', gettin' that bag for real |
| I been makin' a hundred thousand a week for two months straight |
| Yeah |
| Nike boots on, ten toes on the floor |
| Mike Amiri denim, Pelle Pelle coat |
| Doin' all that woofin', I can tell his ass broke |
| They on Instagram sellin' dope, man, this shit changed |
| I’m from 6 Mile, got on six chains |
| In a Rolls-Royce, I’m on Biscayne |
| Peezy AKA Big Ghetto, that’s my nickname |
| Rich niggas, made it out the ghetto and ain’t shit changed |
| VS1 diamonds make me shine in the dark |
| Fuck a bitch and put her out, now she cryin' in the car |
| I was playin' razorblades 'fore I climbed up the chart |
| Take it out the 'Rex, let it dry, then break the bitch apart |
| I was tryna break the bank, you was breakin' in a car |
| Before I ever had the pape', I always had the heart |
| I’m on wifi in first class, you ain’t had your first bag |
| Louis on my coat rack, let’s keep this shit a whole stack |
| I’m rich as shit, I’m on my shit, lil' boy, you know that shit |
| Camoflauge Off-White jacket, on my soldier shit |
| Now I practice ownership |
| Couple hundred thou', that ain’t no check to me |
| I need me some equity, you niggas can’t get next to me |
| There’s levels to it, we on different times |
| If ain’t no presi' on her wrist, she ain’t no bitch of mine |
| I dropped the top and hit the gas, I need a peace of mind |
| I dropped the prices on the gas, now these— yeah |
| I dropped the prices on the work, it ain’t no comp |
| Couple hundred lower than them other ones, so come and shop |
| My car done lost the top, I done passed out off the Wock' |
| I retired from off the block, but from my mansion, I still call the shots |
| I can’t see myself confessin' to no motherfuckin' cops |
| Naw, I can’t put that on my son, that shit gon' fall back on his pops |
| Ayy, God forbid, if this shit fail, I fall back on my block |
| Droppin' eighthies in the pot, sellin' nines and half of blocks |
| Shh |