Rims And Currency.

[Verse 1]
Smoking that loud think about skrilla
Rims on the coupe shit is a killer
Double back all of my dough just getting richer
Put some respect on my mind I am that nigga
Bill Gates mind state
Rich Nigga mind state
My cash my bitch
Kama sutra foreplay
Twenty five to the eight
From the PM to the AM
Still tryna get cake
Still tryna raise stakes
Cut the grass for the snakes
Hop out the Cadi
Got the burner on my lap
I won't hesitate to press
Any nigga tryna test
Tryna pull up for the cash
See the smoke when I skrr
All my niggas in the trap
Getting caught up in the mess
Tryna make it out the trap
Had to come up with a plan
Running tracks never last
Moving music like a pack
Straight from the curve bout to get it in a flash
Double 07 still getting caught up in the action
You niggas ain't really bout it
All that shit you do is capping
Bunch of real niggas on the frontline
Kill a nigga just for passion
I'm not a rap nigga I'm a real nigga stacking
Don Pablo got dope
Two for fives in the rap game
From the hood to the city
Flourishing Black businesses
Stacking cash by the minute
Getting rich by the minute
Independent still winning
Bitch nigga talk trash
Blow shit like Saddam
Two point five to a five
Turn a five to a ten
Turn a ten to a stack
Invest it and run it back
Throw up a finger to middle man
You niggas ain't getting none of this
Can't fuck with you niggas
You niggas scared
Nigga go to church or you disappear
Sucker free in my DNA
Me and my dogs tryna put the work
Me and my dogs tryna buy some turf
So you know the deal
Tell a nigga how you really feel
Poke your chest out show your trill
Never let them niggas see you weak
Broke niggas die slow rich niggas buying rims getting currency