[Produced by DJ Pain]

[Intro]
I ain't never had shit. I don't know why n***as hating' on me cause I got something'
They weren't here when i had nothing
You won't want me hating if you had some thin'

[Hook]
Fell asleep countin 20's, woke up countin' 100's
Thinkin' bout them old days when I wasn't countin' nothin'
Don't talk about it, you talk about it, we are about it
I see muggin' at these forgienrs when we hop up at them
You might catch me out of town rockin' crowds wildin'
All my block walkin' round with a lot of thousands
Fell asleep countin 20's, woke up countin' 100's
Thinkin' bout them old days when I wasn't countin' nothin'

[Verse 1]
When you call my phone for verses, I need 50 hundreds
I can't take no shorts or nothing, I feel like I'm hustlin'
I'm from the streets, my whip from Tokyo, my tec from Russia
My shorty's off them hitters bustin', be so quick to bust ya
We VIP, don't show ID, slide in all the poles through me
I'm a self-made boss, no employees, everything gotta go through me
Killers around me, every n***a you seen been day one n***as around me
Broke n***as can't sit around me, fuck n***as don't sit around me
Used to leave school, go straight to the block
I'm about to buy a watch for the time I used to waste on the block
And I just bought a Glock for n***as try to hate and what not
Send hollow tips right through his shirt
And that's picks on the lot
And why you hatin', cause I talk bout what I got, I ain't braggin'
N***as know I grindin' to the top and I'm still grinding
It's shinin' like my diamonds
Benji's, Grants, and Jacksons
Fuckin' drop your bitch off, you could trick off me, I'm stackin'
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Last summer man I ran through like 800 hundreds
Almostly nothin' so this summer just watch how I'm coming
Ran through at least twenty with the game and that's on Roc
In the game every day the shit the same, it never stop
I buy 30s glizzies for the block but all my homies getting guap
They hustlin'
[?] our block
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We don't even let 'em get off no shot
[?]
Smokin' dope, still turn up the spot
Started from the bottom, not a dollar I remember
Roaches in the kitchen n***a, no heat in December n***a
Livin' with my granny, mother, sister, aunty, and her children
All apartment buildings n***a, I don't think you know the feeling
But this money don't mean shit to me
Never let the fame or no bitches get to me
And every time I breathe, I keep smellin' victory
Countin' 20's til I sleep like I'm sippin' [?], n***a

[Hook]