(Verse 1) Creepin' through the shadows, pockets lookin' hollow, Abs Lord flexin', but he ain't got the follow. Claimin' he the king, but his throne made of paper, Dollar won, boy, he’s the real risk-taker. (Verse 2) Makin' moves in silence, while you loud with the chatter, Talkin' 'bout your gains, but your weight don't even matter. I’m the ghost in the night, while you stuck in the light, Countin' all these dollars, you can’t even get it right. (Verse 3) Hustle in my veins, every cent's a reminder, You flexin' for the gram, but I’m stackin' like a miner. This ain't just a game, boy, you playin' for keeps, Dollar won, watch me rise while your empire weeps. (Verse 4) Eyes on the prize, while you chase after clout, Abs Lord lost in the shadows, I’m the one they shout about. Mystery in my moves, like a phantom in the night, Dissin' all these wannabes, I’m the one takin' flight.