[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, uh
Woke up with my eyes closed [?] the whole world was at
Fuck with me n***a, headshot’s coming with ease
Yeah, yea, uh, yo

[Chorus]
Think I perfected the cash flow
Think I perfected the green
Think I perfected the headshot
Think I perfected the bing
Think I perfected the rap game
Think I perfected the street
I need my mother fucking bread
I need my, i need my
I need my bread inside the wall
I need my, I need my
I need my crib as big as mall
I need my, i need my
I need my seats to be reclined
I need my, i need my
I need my Dreams to come alive
And you ain’t gotta tell me I’m popping, n***a i know I’m rich, uh

[Verse 1]
Than your L.A, skinny jeans and impala’s
Still hanging low with my riders, while my paper hydraulic
Bellin’ through the County jail, with my chest on brolic
Know the determination to make it, was sleeping in Basements
Dodging the Reaper, putting n***as brains on sneakers
When the bell ring, we robbin’ our Teachers
Fuck you mean, you n***as told me ‘bout Columbus, he stole
Got this burner from the set, and when the heater get cold, n***a
We shiver your nose, might play with that thang
It’s 2016, you nineteen year olds still rappin’ ‘bout gang, n***a
Betraying your [?], sippin’ on Lean, reaction time to slow, when it bang
Bang, ahh
[Chorus]
Think I perfected the cash flow
Think I perfected the green
Think I perfected the headshot
Think I perfected the bing
Think I perfected the rap game
Think I perfected the street
I need my mother fucking bread
I need my, i need my
I need my bread inside the wall
I need my, I need my
I need my crib as big as mall
I need my, i need my
I need my seats to be reclined
I need my, i need my
I need my Dreams to come alive
And you ain’t gotta tell me I’m popping, n***a i know I’m rich, uh

[Verse 2]
I was bored in class, I’m way too creative i had to ditch
Writing Bible scripts, and turnin’ this water into a nic
Broken promises, so n***a you knowing what time it is
Grew up fatherless, so tell my why you hate accomplishments
Shit, i could be in front of that ATM, now with a K
Take that 300 you make, and put that shit on my plate
But number 1 on the charts, you better give God praise
N***as say I’m Kendrick’s shadow, when my crib $3 million
$300 grand in my safe, 3 cars $900k
My weed draws outer space, I’m in a dominant place
This nose candy come in handy, i could give you a taste
You see them Grammy’s, they won’t have me cause I’m gangsta’ today
Look in they eyes and they break, see no disguise and your fake
I need that bread imma bake, i need that bitch imma fuck
I know I’m Groovy crippin’ crazy, but that be on a truck
You see that platinum, gold, and platinum, gold is hung on my wall
I just sold out all Australia, couple mill for the fall
I’m really me up on these beats, so get your forehead creased
When it’s time to put in work, you get them old man feet
N***as start biting their tongue, when they speak on me
Shit better yet, you don’t need those teeth, ahh
[Chorus]
Think I perfected the cash flow
Think I perfected the green
Think I perfected the headshot
Think I perfected the bing
Think I perfected the rap game
Think I perfected the street
I need my mother fucking bread
I need my, i need my
I need my bread inside the wall
I need my, I need my
I need my crib as big as mall
I need my, i need my
I need my seats to be reclined
I need my, i need my
I need my Dreams to come alive
And you ain’t gotta tell me I’m popping, n***a i know I’m rich, uh