I ain't never give no fucks, I just said that's how it is

I been runnin' through the hundreds, chasin' Benji dollar bills

Got this shit up from the trenches, pop a 30, how you feel

She like, M!AH, why you flexin? I said, I wanna make a mill

She like, for real, I'm like, for real, yeah

Tryna sign that check, I'ma put my peoples in the hills, huh

VVS my neck, diamonds bustin' down my grill, huh

Talkin' on the set, I'm makin' all that blood spill

Hey, if we talkin' money, then you know I need it pronto

All my niggas gettin' buckets, we be ballin' like we lonzo

I'ma pass up in the hills, I need the figures and a condo

All these niggas switchin' sides and I be who they tryna plot on

I don't know why they be hatin, I'm just standing, chasin' paper

Goin' up on elevator, niggas hatin, you a hater

I been chasin' hella papers, you on dick, I'll see you later

Ain't you really just a failure? How the fuck you gonna take her

Huh, 30 bands on my head, you know I'ma run down with that blick

Huh, toolie on my hip, I clutch that knocker, five-five-six

Niggas be hatin, but they a bitch, I get paid and I get rich

Way I be goin' so hard, they think I get paid to do this

Well, I don't get paid to do that, ain't no riff-raff in my rap

Your bitch might look good as hell, but that is only on the app

If you talkin, give him hell, I might just blow him off the map

Turn my city up and you know I ain't ever goin' back