Lyrics:

Ballin` since I was jit
Way before Oakland and filmin` the skits, I had a goal to get rich
Momma was strugglin` paying the rentI couldn`t help her with shit
Hate that I`m feelin` so stuck in this bitch
Car broke down, can`t fix that shit
I cried at night, I`ll admit that shit
O2, old, I`ll whip that bitch
She left me `lone but I miss that bitch
If she text right now, I`ll hit that bitch
Old friends like 'How you get that lit?'
Same old me but they think I switched
Fuck old friends, I don`t know that bitch
Racks too big, can`t fold that shit
I ain`t get nun` when I owned that shit
Momma I told you we gon` be okay
Whippin` that Benz and she live in L.A
Tryna thank God but don`t know what to say
Lot of square footage where DDG stay
Bought it in August I`m movin` in May
Hop out the foreigns and black is my race
No it`s not rented, it`s facts in the bank

Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want dick, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy (Yeah)
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on niggas just like Houdini

Mhm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalking through the Calabasas
Louis bag gotta hold the rackets
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mhm, got some millions but it`s just a fraction
Spendin` money for my satisfaction
Benjamin`s, we don`t fuck with Jackson`s

Back when I dropped, they don`t post that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All good though, I`ma note that shit
When I blow you`ll owe me bitch
Humble ass nigga but I know I`m rich (Yeah, rich ass fuck)
Fuck that shit i know I`m lit
If we beef I fuck your bitch
All of the niggas I beef on the internet
I hit up all of they bitches and get `em wet
Call her a Uber, I hit `em and send `em back
Do it in silence cause players` ain`t in to that
No, oh, I hit his bitch on the low, oh
She said your dick game was so-so
And she had told me your bro-oke (That`s tough)
I got a blicky it sit on my hip because L.A is tricky
They tryna come get me
Bought some Balenci`s they don`t even fit me
They 950 but fuck it no biggie
I`m with a biddie she tryna get busy
She kiss on my neck but I told her no hickey
Tryna get with me, I told her she silly
She just for the night cause my bitch is too pretty

Spent four hunnid on beanies, easy
She want dick, she needy, freaky
I like Wraiths, no Lamborghini
She off X, she sleepy, sleepy (Yeah)
Make me a wish no genie, genie
Vanish on niggas just like Houdini

Mhm, I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalking through the Calabasas
Louis bag gotta hold the rackets
Just in case a nigga want some action
Mhm, got some millions but it`s just a fraction
Spendin` money for my satisfaction
Benjamin`s, we don`t fuck with Jackson`s

Benjamin`s, we don`t fuck with Jackson`s
I feel like Michael Jackson
Moonwalkin` through the Calabasas