devil calling my name said son get paid rather be chasing a hundred mill than be in a grave hustle hard like a maid dont spend it create a stash tryna see how much i made haters coming around tryna Stop success all they have is fake love and harsh words they looking stressed drama leave the scene a mess think i knew Khaled how im screaming we the best all i know is stack more pray more say less no niggas wit me a one man army untouchable flow can't none of you harm me u gon need tha army my wrist looking cloudy in the club i make it stormy no brinks truck when I say bring more cash made it rain u should check the forecast bitches with apple bottom cheeks hanging out that's more ass think im doing fine but i need more cash i can get ya popped like a champagne bottle or cracked like more glass these bars hard like i wrote em by the gate these bullets are hot they coming out like Kevin gates