| My momma been told me don’t give no poor performance | 
| And whatever you gon' do, just do it | 
| Never thought 'bout doin' music | 
| I was tryna build my phone up | 
| Contact full of drug abusers | 
| Ridin' around with that mask tryna figure out what my cousin doin' | 
| Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin' bricks | 
| Wish I woulda knew that shit, I woulda been lit | 
| Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich | 
| I be at James Harden house, I’m all in Houston, in the mix | 
| I’m talkin' 'bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks | 
| And I don’t even know no players | 
| I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers | 
| I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up | 
| And we ain’t squashin' shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us | 
| You niggas better pay up, yeah | 
| Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer, «Go for a lighter sentence» | 
| I don’t want know no problems with y’all niggas, y’all got women tendencies | 
| Ion’t gotta sell drugs no more, I’m bossed up, I got plenty business | 
| Ridin' 'round in that Lamb' truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain’t rented | 
| Givin' out my respect, get respect in every city | 
| Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy | 
| Fucked around and got plugged in, I’m bitin' out that Richard Mille | 
| Stay out my lil' brother bidness | 
| Just know that they gettin' millions | 
| Press the button right there to let the doors in | 
| Go hard all year, Ion’t care, I’m goin' all in | 
| This house rise every way, she callin' more friends | 
| My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain | 
| Sippin' wockiana, come here thotiana | 
| Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah | 
| What kinda watch you wanted? | 
| Man, that’s nothin' mami | 
| I’m not bein' funny, ah, yeah, yeah | 
| I shoulda knew you was gon' rat the day you told me | 
| A hunnid racks in all dubs, it ain’t no foldin' me | 
| I ain’t no puppet, ain’t with nobody controllin' me | 
| I go LeBron when it’s crunch time, it ain’t no holdin' me | 
| Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I’m tryna buy one | 
| I told lil' shawty, «Just let bygones be bygones» | 
| Tell the Feds, «Get off my dick, I don’t gotta buy guns» | 
| Ain’t got the right one, yeah | 
| Press the button right there to let the doors in | 
| Go hard all year, Ion’t care, I’m goin' all in | 
| This house rise every way, she callin' more friends | 
| My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain | 
| To let the doors in | 
| I’m goin' all in | 
| She callin' more friends | 
| I cannot bargain |