Verse 1
They ain't real thinking they just talking out they mouth
Everything he speak bout' I reply with hella doubt
I'm out here with lames so you know that I stand out
Bro went flexed his wrist looking like he in a drought
Pushing p I'm pushing on him till he bout to faint
Told bro I'm religious that's why I don't f*ck with snakes
Counting cash the same way that y'all all be counting days
They put me in a new class now my money push that weight
Every time I leave I make sure that I got the glock
Only one I'm trusting is my moms who's down the block
Pull up to their hood take their money and their flock
Then pull up to the bank and put that money in a stock
I try to keep my main close make sure she has what she needs
Them other h*es I let go, all them girls they for the streets
They swear that I'm their man but they never bring receipts
I don't bother say nun I'm okay with being a fiend
Hook
Catch some fame before you'll ever see me catch a case
Brand new jewelry on me and its wetter than a vase
Out here in a whip that's going 90 like a race
I'm out here on vacation stunting like I'm chevy chase
Transition
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Verse 2
I got so much money I can buy a lot of sneaks
I just copped a new glock that police left in the streets
Hundreds in the safe 'case one day we gotta dip
All my tools stay loaded 'case somebody does a flip
Hook
Catch some fame before you'll ever see me catch a case
Brand new jewelry on me and its wetter than a vase
Out here in a whip that's going 90 like a race
I'm out here on vacation looking like I'm chevy chase
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