Money Bagz and Gunplay I’m stackin' stacks, money bagz, no cap Guns on my waist, I’m the fuckin' trap rap Empty inside, but I flex for the hood rats Private jet, no sweat, Rari on the tarmac Yeah, I'm flexin’ on 'em, watch me ride Bentley, Porsche, Bugatti, I decide Trillions in my bank, I ain't never gonna hide G.O.A.T in this game, you can't even provide Ayy, guns in my hand, I ain't playin' around Money in my pocket, makin' haters drown Emptiness inside, but I'll never let it show Street slang, Los Angeles, that’s where I grow Slangin' bars, poppin' off like a Glock Money, guns, emptiness, that's my block Cash rules everything, that's the key, that’s the lock Yeah, I'm the king, watch me run the whole flock Pullin' up in the Rari, switchin' lanes like a pro Money on my mind, I’ll never let it go Gunplay in the hood, it’s all I’ve ever known Money bagz, guns out, I'll never be alone Uh, this rap game is mine, no room for the fakes Money, emptiness, guns, for heaven's sake Living fast, no brakes, I ain't got time to waste Catch me in the hood, living life at a fast pace