text: Makers
  Run that back, Turbo
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Designer head to toe 
  I sip to the head and float 
  I already bagged the pole 
  You niggas too scared to go 
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  I clean up like hands and soap 
  Get a mink, let it drag on the floor 
  Its a nine in the bag that I tote 
  Workin hard, we aint havin no hope 
  Bitch, Im the man 
  Did it with no advance 
  Gave my nigga a chance 
  Tryna see what he gon do 
  He done ran up them bands 
  I done got me some bands too 
  I could drip on the Gram too 
  Said my hood like the damn zoo 
  I cant decide, which foreign car Ima ride, mmh
  That Phantom Rolls body is wide 
  I made the boy bleed like the watts, mmh
  I put some more rocks in the watch 
  Middle finger to the cops, mmh
  Me against the world like 2Pac 
  Say the wrong word, get you shot 
  The whole world love you when you hot 
  Thank God, He gave me a shot 
  The same ones that thought I was shy 
  I took off and went straight to the top 
  You cant feel me, a nigga too high 
  You need to stop livin a lie 
  You know we keep sticks like the Chi 
  I knew Id be rich fore I die 
  They wont respect you til you try
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Designer head to toe 
  I sip to the head and float 
  I already bagged the pole 
  You niggas too scared to go 
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  I clean up like hands and soap 
  Get a mink, let it drag on the floor 
  Its a nine in the bag that I tote 
  Workin hard, we aint havin no hope 
  I got luck like a charm 
  Fifty racks on her arm 
  My tsunami a storm 
  I stay fly, I was airborne 
  Fuck these hoes like its porn 
  I get higher than Osborne 
  I like captions for tourin 
  Gettin money is so important 
  Niggas thought I was done 
  Oh, I can go on and on 
  My car is a foreign 
  I crank up and start soarin 
  My heart is torn 
  Shoot a movie like Barry Gordon 
  A star was born 
  My left wrist like a damn storm 
  My life a lil fun 
  Aint no one of my hoes boring 
  Got Chanel by the ton 
  More Sheneneh than Martin Lawrence 
  Skinny jeans with a gun 
  Play with me, its a whole war 
  I aint finished or done 
  We got some, but we come to get more 
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Designer head to toe 
  I sip to the head and float 
  I already bagged the pole 
  You niggas too scared to go 
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  I clean up like hands and soap 
  Get a mink, let it drag on the floor 
  Its a nine in the bag that I tote 
  Workin hard, we aint havin no hope 
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey