[Intro]
Dmac on the fuckin' track
Seph got the waves

[Verse]
[?] I don't ride Maserati
I don't wear Versace, I'm sick of hibachi
Bitch, you from the trap and she know I won't profit
I serve everybody, can't forget about it
I took losses in the game, ain't no way, I'll never change
[?] turned her to a lame, wasn't 'posed to leave the gang
I was taught to never change, I [?]
I [?]
[?] need to feel me
[?] kill more shit than [?]
You appealin' it, why they hell the spendin'?
How the hell they winnin'? How the hell the gettin' it?

[Outro]
I [?] got that money, I think they notice
I turned her life up and I ain't showin'
Got a lot of money, then get a lot of a growin'
Paper comin' real, just like to show it