I don't live life to impress Nti menni bi a, I don't get time to flex I paused my feelings Heart on ice, ano get time for stress If your mum can't put food on your table You still got to chase the bread My homies still living the trap life They don't care about feds Yeekc a yeba nyinaa all about the paper till death Till my casket closes Till I get that ice on my wrist Till my wrist get frozen Balling Balling Winning, winning The hustle go pay When we pull up in rover All your girls are coming over Big checks me Big flex me Fabulous boy just lean on me yeah S3 anfa aa we round it up And move it to the next yeah Smoking some greens for the trap On God i live for the cash A youngin gon make it I feel like a boss when I moving I'm stepping it, wrecking it Speed it up Lambo doors on my mind So I'm packing up Me gang for the grind Never switching up When the money come now We gon level up No new friends Only bitches I gon add 'em up