Vol. 1
Let's get off on right foot
Swinging sum like right hook
Money coming in
My Pockets like Lori Lightfoot
For all them days i slept away
Wake up and get paid today
Money coming in
My pockets boom like the 808
All i do is mind my business
Andrew how i Wigg on niggas
Playin wit GN that shit will get you rolled up in swishers
Depression got me moving slow
Anxiety won't let me go
Fuck it i need that money bro
Mula on my medulla yo
Life could be so simple just wants million,my mama happy
Rappin with my niggas just reminiscing and bumping Pappy
Dreaming bout them whips the ceiling gone we do no capping
A lot of shit at play just mark my words and watch my actions
We was in that basement just bumping classics and makin greatness
Niggas know what's up when my gang drop the stankest faces
Who think they competeing my niggas gods we all amazing
Glock sum like a pencil i draw this bitch and start erasing
Nigga where I'm from it's fuck the cops the system racist
Nigga where I'm from them switches hot they do no aiming
Only where I'm from the block ain't hot them bitches blazing
Nigga where I'm from they walk em down and step on faces
Treat his head sum like a drum leave em flat like cymbals
Glock get to pumpin that rhythm make 'em feel the tempo
Them niggas ain't with allat wrestling man fuck the Big Show
Them niggas stick to straps they killing shit they keep it simple
Gangsters all around me they throwing shit and banging symbols
Try out run all of these demons we playing Temple
Ali only walk with the gods my people built them temples
Dead presidents in my pockets my wallet monumental
Make a way for momma i know she tired from allat working
Slaving at a desk the money good but her back is hurting
Watched her have them seizures it made me cry my heart was hurting
I want her with no worries credit good and health is perfect
Let's get off on right foot
Swinging sum like right hook
Money coming in
My Pockets like Lori Lightfoot
For all them days i slept away
Wake up and get paid today
Money coming in
My pockets boom like the 808
All i do is mind my business
Andrew how i Wigg on niggas
Playin with GN that shit will get you rolled up in swishers
Depression got me moving slow
Anxiety just won't let me go
Fuck it i need that money bro
Mula on my medulla ooh
Second verse on niggas i switch the scheme and keep the topic
My Nigga strapped with rockets the glock is singing he lower octaves
Strap to yo noodle blow ya top brain like ramen
Ali stick to rhyming collecting checks and make deposits
Ali just been working them checks and goals what's pushing me
A milli on my mind frontal lobe is money green
Prophet on the side of my fitted bitch I'm pushing p
Rollie dancing all on my wrist I feel like Pusha t
Me and all my niggas we in here bitch we killing shit
Rifting and we rapping straight classics hoe we walking shit
Getting to the bag we flip it bitch keep adding shit
Millions ons our mind me moving bitch so militant
Vondo might just kill me if ion drop… I'm hesitating
Gang pushing for me they want the music they tired of waiting
I just been needing time mind cluttered need motivation
Been healin from shit I'm good now I'm levitating
Let's get off on right foot
Swinging sum like right hook
Money coming in
My Pockets like Lori Lightfoot
For all them days i slept away
Wake up and get paid today
Money coming in
My pockets boom like the 808
All i do is mind my business
Andrew how i Wigg on niggas
Playin with GN that shit will get you rolled up in swishers
Depression got me moving slow
Anxiety just won't let me go
Fuck it i need that money bro
Mula on my medulla ooh