I'ma pop out with your bitch that's cuz I'm rich I get shit too fast like a itch who the fuck is he talking about I don't know the bitch get the fuck of my face nitch one day I'ma get to the top grinding harder that could never stop just tryna chase my goal can't flex with the broke hoes who are this boy I don't know fuck around and get shot in your face then you gon don't try to cross my zone just try it then you are your homies is gon tryna focus on my grind too far to see it I feels like I'm blind finna get my shit right in the perfect time y'all niggas loosing I'm winning don't give a fuck about these bitches I'm busy counting my winnings I'm rapping not ripping flow so cold it's not written I'ma smoke but on vodka I'm not sipping watching niggas loosing and counting my winnings I'm always calm it's so hard for me to get mad bitch sucking so good I'm feeling glad