If I go broke today I'm gone sit on the block Lonely i turnt to a rock And i been ditching the cops Whole lotta gang shit f"ck the opss You know im ready to rock oh i wanna see a million dollars No cap Run up the bands Run up the racks She a lil bit'ch i hit from the back Smoking on cookie He is a rookie I'm feeling like tunchie in his prime Them dimonds be mine Yeah them bit'ches be mine I dont have time I been traping all day long Now im posted in the studio Trinna make a song I'm sippin on a pink juice Big backwood what i smoke Ain't nothing wrong Yeah ain't nothing wrong Count up the bands i need more Count up the bands yeah i need more I stack all the hunneds i stay in my zone Can't love theses bitvhes i buy a new home She gone let me f'ck Cause she know we grown Done with theses bitc'hes Keep calling my phone Smoke on gellato i flood the whole zone I flood the whole zone Poor up a 4 I feel like a goat AR around me don't be in my zone Don't be in zone The shooter on my back Gone shoot up your brain I don't f'ck with nigg"" Theses nigg"" ain't gang Can't love this bi'tch yeah she just want the fame I hop in a jet I re up the gang