let it ride

We get money, them boys don't, that's why they mad SRTs and tinted windows, we masked up when we walk past Two-hundred-fifty in all blues, I fall asleep holdin' some cash I fuck my opp bitch, now that boy stalk my page, that shit is sad I heard there's money on my head, come ya bag That boy said he gon' do what? Put a Kalshi, bet he won't do that Trackhawk Jeep and it's all black I got a big trophy on my neck, reach for my chain, gon' die like that (Fuck) Bro put a hole on one, but he don't play golf Me and my brother ran one up that night and we both had a Glock with a beam (We did) On set he pop one of these, next day woke up with a STR You ain't built for this life, that boy crashed out tryna be like me Came up, cashed out, brand new AP Everythin' I do be B-I-G I do not give a fuck 'bout nothin', bitch, you can D-I-E (For real) Count it up like 1,2,3 Let it ride, but that's just me I don't give a fuck, I'll go all in on black 17 (17, Black!) I didn't get lucky, I just locked in I was down bad, now I got a bad bitch I learned how to count when I ran up them digits Drank in my cup, so I'm finna spill it It's off the dome, no, it's never written Bro caught a body and said how he did it Fuck the whole world and everythin' in it We get money, them boys don't, that's why they mad SRTs and tinted windows, we masked up when we walk past Two-hundred-fifty in all blues, I fall asleep holdin' some cash I fuck my opp bitch, now that boy stalk my page, that shit is sad I heard there's money on my head, come ya bag That boy said he gon' do what? Put a Kalshi, bet he won't do that Trackhawk Jeep and it's all black I got a big trophy on my neck, reach for my chain, gon' die like that