text: Im in the field, we goin up
  Told em to cut all the lights out
  Oh, oh-oh 
  Im in New York, where it be cold
  Look at my neck, cause its iced out
  Im in the field, we goin up 
  Told em to cut all the lights out
  You want a problem? You better think about it 
  Cause that come with a price now
  I get her go, I do not think about it
  I dont go with the hype style, yeah 
  You want a problem? Lil bitch, I aint involved 
  Everything that we talked bout still left unresolved 
  Baby, you were just the one playin, thats how I recall it 
  If I look through these Cartiers frames, I dont even see love 
  Stayin up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest 
  Dont gotta sleep, yeah
  Fuckin with bitches, the best, best, best, best
  Shawty conceited 
  Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
  You shouldve seen this 
  Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
  Then I repeat it
  Diamonds wet, everywhere I go my diamonds cold, yeah 
  Line em up, we could turn em into dominoes, yeah 
  Ride in the Benz, drop the top, and now my hair in the wind, yeah 
  She at it again, Im at it again, we at it again
  Real shooters, they gon do what it takes
  Ski mask, they aint showin the face
  No FaceTime, that might come with a case
  Got no time, makin minimum wage
  Goin hard, you see me out of state
  Took her home, and now she want to stay
  Said she mine for tonight, its okay
  We at it again, we at it again, yeah
  Im in New York, where it be cold
  Look at my neck, cause its iced out
  Im in the field, we goin up 
  Told em to cut all the lights out
  You want a problem? You better think about it 
  Cause that come with a price now
  I get her go, I do not think about it
  I dont go with the hype style, yeah
  You want a problem? Lil bitch, I aint involved 
  Everything that we talked bout still left unresolved 
  Baby, you were just the one playin, thats how I recall it 
  If I look through these Cartiers frames, I dont even see love 
  Stayin up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest 
  Dont gotta sleep, yeah
  Fuckin with bitches, the best, best, best, best
  Shawty conceited 
  Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
  You shouldve seen this 
  Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
  Then I repeat it 
  Still eating, I cant even spell drought 
  Its been a long time, I swear to God, I can remember we sleep in the trap house 
  We shop in New York, we shop in Miami, in Vegas we gamble and cash out 
  These rappers play tough, but we always ready and dont really see what the cap bout 
  Put some money on your head, head, head, head, I feel heartless 
  Baguettes in the Rolex on a snow bitch, oh my God 
  Tell promoters send the check and the jet, yeah, I dont bargain 
  Gunna taught you how to dress, nigga, say less, dripping the hardest
  Im in New York, where it be cold
  Look at my neck, cause its iced out
  Im in the field, we goin up 
  Told em to cut all the lights out
  You want a problem? You better think about it 
  Cause that come with a price now
  I get her go, I do not think about it
  I dont go with the hype style, yeah
  You want a problem? Lil bitch, I aint involved 
  Everything that we talked bout still left unresolved 
  Baby, you were just the one playin, thats how I recall it 
  If I look through these Cartiers frames, I dont even see love 
  Stayin up, I get no rest, rest, rest, rest 
  Dont gotta sleep, yeah
  Fuckin with bitches, the best, best, best, best
  Shawty conceited 
  Fuck with the gang and you dead, dead, dead, dead
  You shouldve seen this 
  Put some dollars on your head, head, head, head
  Then I repeat it