[Intro]
This shit is exactly, exactly what it sound like n***a. What it feel like n***a. You hear this sound? All hundreds

[Verse 1]
Uh, woke up, new day, new check
Got the new gold rims with a new chinchilla
In a two-door Benz and that bitch real tinted
N***a too cool like the AC, AC
N***a paid in full like a ATM
Got the A1 bitch with the A1 fit
We the A1 clique, fuck n***as gotta pay me
N***as can’t play me, n***as can’t fade me
N***as can’t hold me, n***as gotta show me something
Red Louis frames they a cool twelve
Lookin’ at the bitch like she owe me something
Ho may choosе up, lose up
N***a gettin’ blue bucks, n***a gеttin’ too much
Lookin’ like a top pick player, Andrew Luck
N***a at the top of the wave like a new brush
Paid, this a new chuuch, yeah (Let’s do it)
Smokin’ gas in the middle of the blade (Oh yeah)
Countin’ cash in the middle of the creek (Oh yeah)
Good Game in the middle of the stage (Oh yeah)
Drop down, see the Guccis on my feet (Oh yeah)
Wrist work P lookin’ high-class (Oh yeah)
Tom Ford tee, lookin’ low key (Oh yeah)
Y’all short change n***as won’t last (Oh yeah)
This a eighteen-karat new piece (Oh yeah)