(Open Verse)
I go in and run it and run it and run it and run it and running on budget, ayy
Fucking yo bitch, I'm like 720 that bitch be stutin
N***as be flexing and texting, then stressin over nothing
Watch me go in and erase em and I'd be that thumber
Making it rain, loving the pain I sware to God these n***as insane
Coming out of the trenchez, these n***as do what's in there brain
I go in and lock it no jaw droppin, and now I'm in a train
Making no sense in this verse, getting you hyped in your own lain
720, 720, you know how it go
Pulling yo hoes, pullin yo hoes
Then roll around in dope
All white, is my type, now put that red n rose
720, 720, now your girl on the pole

(Verse 1)
Spitting freestyles everyday for a fucking reason
If you listen then you should shut up and pay attention
I'm running them digits, cuz if I don't I won't be mentioned
Money is the root of everythang now there's no tension
N***a run up on me he get shot
Fuck around and get mopped
Fuck around and get stopped
Have my gang throw you the lot
Have yo bitches smoke pot
Have these dollars get rocked
Cartell got the spot
Call up all my n***as from the A and get flopped
Have these bitches give me top
Cuz I go in like cargate
Pulling chicks with umbrellas
All I got is paydays, posted up and down my schedule
I keep it going till I faint, I don't care I just met
Handcuffing girls I let em, I don't care I just felt them
Your chick in a pig house
My chick in a big house
I heard you got that sack I tell them goons to get you cleaned out
OG still ballin, flows across the water
Don't understand they language, but I understand them dolllars