Lyrics:

Yeah

Mm, ayyBig stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil` nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh
I was told to never show no love, my nigga

Pop a Xanax, I ain`t never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Slidin` down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin` on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that`s on God I ain`t chillin`

Yeah, hah, perky, perky, dirty soda
Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola
Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla
Ayy, I`ma let these racks talk for me nigga

Bitch and I ride with the shooters, ayy
Made my cousin a killer
In that `15, I was neighborhood drug dealin`
I`m so cold hearted, I can`t show no love, nigga

But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, Persian Rugs
Nigga, uh, bought a brand new AP, it was 50 thousand total
It feel like the flu game, when I sold out the Nova
I had to finess and get the bag, I had mad dough though
If he ain`t try and go get the safe, I get it crackin` solo

Mm, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil` nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh

I was told to never show no love, my nigga
Pop a Xanax, I ain`t never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Slidin` down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin` on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that`s on God I ain`t chillin`

Blurred visions, band camp
Had a bad bitch put a 100 thousand in her spandex
That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated
Can`t fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated

Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it
Made 40 thousand on new years, took a private to Vegas
I been on Promethazine so long, when I`m slidin` I`m faded
I been tryin` to get a crib so long, now I got it, it`s gated

I been touchin` all of these millions, I know they gon` hate it
My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it
Nigga I been ballin` every season like Kobe with aim
All these niggas gon` hate
I stayed down and got rich, now I`m fuckin` on this lil` baby

Mm, ayy
Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm
I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil` nigga
Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh

I was told to never show no love, my nigga
Pop a Xanax, I ain`t never had no feelings
What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings
Slidin` down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin` on the million
I want a billion nigga, so that`s on God I ain`t chillin`