I came a long way from trappin' out the trunk...
I came a long way now we bout to have some fun

Verse 1: YBE
All black ski mask I ain't rockin' designer
I'm counting money fuck these hoes
I need a bitch like britannia
I be in and outta traffic burnin' up my weed
Bitch you'll never catch me lackin' I stay on my feet

No counterfeit I handle biz in a real way
I'm tryna make it to the top like i'm Bill Gates
These steel gates tryna keep me from these blue faces
I'm always humble never acting like i'm too famous

Now tell me why they're out here judging me
But back when I was broke they didn't fuck with me
Now they see us out here rollin' luxury
Building up this company now everybody bumpin' me

Hook:
All I wanna do is get payed
Make it rain on a bitch
She got me feelin' like i'm Bill Gates

Why somebody always gotta hate?
Actin' fake you a snake
Bitch you do it for the clickbait

These girls tryna get my last name
Ain't no way you can play a real player
At his own game

I be smoking real loud
You a clown with no clout
You ain't never did no big thangs

Verse 2: $tupid young
Look, you ain't never did no big thangs
Lookin in the rear-view as I switch lanes
Heard a n***a snitch tryna give names
Seen his name in black and white, man that shit lame
Heard a n***a want a verse, I'm tryna get payed
Yeah a n***a been hustlin' since the 6th grade
Dropped out never made it to the 12th grade
But I still get payed cause i'm self made

N***a see me reach the top and he still hatin'
Young n***a tryna ball like i'm Bill gates
Man that n***a say he real, but he real fake
Man that n***a say he real, but he real fake

N***a got em on the grass, cause they real snakes
I ain't talking bout class I fuck with straight A's
A's up n***a lemme get it straight
Only on your birthday n***a when you touchin' cake

Hook:
All I wanna do is get payed
Make it rain on a bitch
She got me feelin' like i'm Bill Gates

Why somebody always gotta hate?
Actin' fake you a snake
Bitch you do it for the clickbait

These girls tryna get my last name
Ain't no way you can play a real player
At his own game
I be smoking real loud
You a clown with no clout
You ain't never did no big thangs

Verse 3: YBE
I told em' I can spit raps
Any way you want it on a stage or at a kickback
Your girls a thot I wouldn't hit that
Pass her to the homies guarantee they all gon' get that
They tryna question bout the shit that i'm on
I'm high as fuck and counting bread like a don

Middle fingers to them punk's that always hate on my songs
They're mad as fuck, I'm comin' up and imma bring all my dogs
I've been creepin through the fog with my night vision on
I'm tryna, win homie so I fight for the cause
I know I, sin lord but I am right for the job
The industry fake, its bait actin' right when they wrong

I'll never loose my motivation
Cause I'm in too deep
My life is blue-printed on these hard ass beats
I'll tell it like it is I ain't in the street
Independent tryna get it I be in these streets

Hook X2
All I wanna do is get payed
Make it rain on a bitch
She got me feelin' like i'm Bill Gates

Why somebody always gotta hate?
Actin' fake you a snake
Bitch you do it for the clickbait

These girls tryna get my last name
Ain't no way you can play a real player
At his own game

I be smoking real loud
You a clown with no clout
You ain't never did no big thangs