[Intro: MoneySign Suede]
What you know about this life, 'bout a strap?
Like what you know about the scale, 'bout a sack?
'Member I ain't have shit in my pants
What you know 'bout this life, 'bout my past?
Yeah, it's rainin', I'm ridin' with my n***a Chike and shit
Ayy, yes, sir (Phew)
(Who is FortWoe? And that's it)

[Verse 1: AZ Chike]
Huh, too many bands in my hands, I wear the fat pants, uh
Tell that bitch, "Where my lap dance?"
Make a movie 'bout me ballin', call it Last Dance
Make 'em run, run a hole in his track pants

[Verse 2: MoneySign Suede]
Too much on my mind, need a pill for the beat
N***as don't want no smoke, n***as don't want no beef
Lil' n***a, big guap in my jeans
No cap, this is what you see in your dreams

[Verse 3: AZ Chike]
Huh, okay, I just popped another bean, uh
Got Balenci' on the jeans
Thirty mags stickin' out like his powers gettin' me, uh
I love Fendi, I'm a double-F fiend, uh
Catch him sleep, he gon' have a wet dream
Got the bars on lock, please come arrest me, phew, uh
Bad bitch, come sex me, huh
I'm the wave, drive by on jet skis, huh
[Pre-Chorus: MoneySign Suede]
Okay, loud, Mr. Been Done That
Me and Chike, we ain't into all that cap
Licks and robbin', we into all of that
Yeah, alright, here's a pack to your bag

[Chorus: MoneySign Suede & AZ Chike]
What you know about this life, 'bout a strap?
Like what you know about the scale, 'bout a sack?
'Member I ain't have shit in my pants (Uh)
What you know 'bout this life, 'bout my past? (Phew, uh)

[Verse 4: AZ Chike]
Oh, you ain't know I'm about to get up on your ass
Quick smoke, big puff when I drag
I got rich 'cause I don't worry 'bout the cash
Uh, but I been about a bag
And I'll give the n***a the blues like it's jazz
Thick bitch got me feelin' on her wrist
Hella petty, oh, get a n***a mad
Suede swervin' off that drank, don't crash

[Verse 5: MoneySign Suede]
See me, I ain't never really had it easy
I'm locked up in a cell twenty-four seven thinkin'
My bitch always mad, say I'm always busy
They say I'm a star, but I still keep glizzies
They say I need to chill, I took the wrong path
You don't know shit about my life, I had a rough past
Too much on my mind, right now, I need a Xan'
2017, I was ridin' in a van
[Pre-Chorus: MoneySign Suede]
Okay, loud, Mr. Been Done That
Me and Chike, we ain't into all that cap
Licks and robbin', we into all of that
Yeah, alright, here's a pack to your bag

[Chorus: MoneySign Suede]
What you know about this life, 'bout a strap?
Like what you know about the scale, 'bout a sack?
'Member I ain't have shit in my pants
What you know 'bout this life, 'bout my past?

[Outro: MoneySign Suede]
What you know about this life, 'bout a strap?
What you know about this life, 'bout a strap? (Phew)