Yeah I Gat money in my back Money in my pack Pull it like a jack Hope you feel my track Play no games I Gat my aims My Hustle not in veins Am like a champion and I reigns Sitting in two seaters Race two metres Cover up with the sweaters Now they feeling my flow I do it on the low The media seems slow No its a bomb run b4 it blows I Gat grace In my base Run without the shoe lace I Gat my family Remember calvary Government don't pay the salary Always good but the cake is surgery I wanna be better man Pull up in a van Not so good but the scan I need a hair cut And I Gat my gut Pull the Gucci all away Niggas hating on me hey I never give up Many think I would stop Gat my champaign and I pop Feeling the vibes just drop