| Made millions off chillin', talkin' shit 'bout how I’m livin' |
| What the fuck I look like stressin' 'bout a bitch |
| In the Coop, Lift or Uber, no fuckin' excuses |
| I’ma get after that motherfuckin' grip |
| Nigga we sliding, east siding, high riding |
| Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing |
| Sliding, east siding |
| Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing |
| Back of the Rolls, cracking jokes with the driver |
| Back of the Rolls looking at hoes riding by him |
| Rolled up another one |
| Don’t want no smoke and I ain’t even halfway done |
| Probably won’t get home til the rising of the sun |
| Now I’m in the kitchen making breakfast for my son |
| Take a shower, charge both of my phones then get back on the road |
| We was still clocking dough when the world was closed |
| Now shit back open and we raking in more |
| Hustling to no end |
| Like my homies in Detroit having motion |
| Made millions off chillin', talkin' shit 'bout how I’m livin' |
| What the fuck I look like stressin' 'bout a bitch |
| In the Coop, Lift or Uber, no fuckin' excuses |
| I’ma get after that motherfuckin' grip |
| Nigga we sliding, east siding, high riding |
| Back of the Rolls with my notepad scribing |
| Sliding, east siding, high riding |
| Back of the Rolls with my notepad |