text: Wheezy beats
  Mmm, mmm
   Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah 
  In a penthouse sixty levels up
  With some hoes that I cant cuff, yeah 
  I got lean in my cup, I got real ones I can trust, yeah 
  Niggas thinking that they tough
  They dont wanna play with us, damn 
  Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah 
  Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah
  From the outside looking in they think the kid made it 
  I aint ever witnessed so much damn hatred 
  Gotta get a graveyard for these dead faces 
  Thinking bout that money got my mind racing 
  Time is running out, Im running out of patience 
  Come down to that paper, you gon grind, aint you? 
  They play with one of your partners, you gon ride, aint you? 
  We gon take it over, this is our nation 
  Ima ride that Rover, I need high maintenance 
  Specialty executive, its so spacious 
  Im so used to this, I dont do nothing basic 
  Chanel on your feet, I know you love pacin 
  Whatever you do dont give it up, baby 
  Whatever you do dont give it up, baby 
  Go clean up, I got hundreds in the tub, baby 
   Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah 
  In a penthouse sixty levels up
  With some hoes that I cant cuff, yeah 
  I got lean in my cup, I got real ones I can trust, yeah 
  Niggas thinking that they tough
  They dont wanna play with us, damn 
  Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah 
  Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah
  I dont see no one but us, I dont seem to worry much 
  I been high inside the clouds I can feel em and touch 
  Theyve been praying on my down, they dont wanna see me up 
  I done took so many fouls, now they seem keep me tough 
  I aint coming with no bluff , niggas know I aint letting up 
  I been in and out of town, doing shows and stacking bucks 
  Moving slow and sippin Tuss , Hi-Tech and actin up 
  We gon pour a pint, my niggas all litty 
  Toastin up cause we bout to make more millies 
  Hundreds in the bank, I need them blue benjis 
  Put you in the latest Jimmy Choo, baby 
  They say this money gonna drive us all crazy
  Paper done put pressure on my old lady 
  Broke your heart and had to buy a new Mercedes 
  Working hard, geekin, cant stop getting faded 
   Told my nigga toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah 
  In a penthouse sixty levels up
  With some hoes that I cant cuff, yeah 
  I got lean in my cup, I got real ones I can trust, yeah 
  Niggas thinking that they tough
  They dont wanna play with us, damn 
  Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah 
  Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah