Singing: OBN YEA YEA YEA IM ON THIS BITCH I SAY DAA DAA DAA

Hook:
I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these n***as where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady
Designer where my legs at I dont talk it ain’t bout fedex
Bitch send me my bread just like it’s fedex
And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up
Stacking my chains, Stackin my 6
I stack my bread up this shit you say dont make no sense you fuck my head up

Verse:1
I’m so sick of what I’m goin thru
I’m strong minus strong in my arms too
I don’t wanna talk bitch I am showin you
Don’t fuck up ima worn you ask that lil n***a what he want to do
Bitch i dream of drivin all these foreign coupes
Love Balenciaga‘s But my shoes they say 23
Gotta keep goin god blessed me put this gift in me
Smoking on this cabanas I swear this shit up lifting me
Bitch don’t try to sneak me you know I’m packing keep that iron on me
I’ve been looking at the ceiling
Thinking about ah million
Thinkin how I’m going to get it
I know one day it’s gon be up
I can believe it set goals and I achieve it
Strap bad wit ah blitz defense
Hook:
I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these n***as where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady
Designer where my legs at I dont talk it ain’t bout fedex
Bitch send me my bread just like it’s fedex
And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up
Stacking my chains, Stackin my 6
I stack my bread up this shit you say dont make no sense you fuck my head up

Verse:2
Look, I’ve been working thru the night tryna get paper protect on my risk tonight
This for my haters rocking by myself tonight cause n***as ate up
And what you wanna do if n***as play and we get sprayed up
Bae come talk to me cause I got what you need
I’m livin lavish bae what’s happen come lay up wit me
Stop fucking wit them lame n***as that’s your misery
We cutting up all night we done fucked up the sheets
Sauce all on my feet I got designer over me
And sauce on the beat creating bookoo melodies
Its like a gift in me bitch I power up like Hercules
And you keep hurting me I can’t take these lies you giving me (NO NO)

Hook:
I bang it out no I ain’t scared, I put these n***as where the dead at, I’m bout my paper bout my lady
Designer where my legs at I dont talk it ain’t bout fedex
Bitch send me my bread just like it’s fedex
And now I’m fed up I’ve been goin thru some shit still holdin my head up
Stacking my chains, Stackin my 6
I stack my bread up this shit you say dont make no sense you fuck my head up