Countin' all this pape, I ain't never think I lost Ridin' in the States, thinkin' about my way to boss up If a nigga say he want the smoke, we got the sparkers I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because
We started off robbers, now we certified ballers I be on my ball hog shit Had to go the humble route, they thought I lost it Never make a U-turn on me, double what it's costin' Runnin' with some Cs, I know some B hats, like Boston Had to get some tough skin you'll never make it with soft skin Eyes on my wrist, lied to the judge I can't lie to my bitch, ayy Got a taste of money and I ran it up ever since Runnin' with the congress, we know all the dead presidents All I know is Roddy take the lead and they gon' follow All I know is if you cross, you get a hollow, woah, woah
Countin' all this pape, I ain't never think I lost Ridin' in the States, thinkin' about my way to boss up If a nigga say he want the smoke, we got the sparkers I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because, uh I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just be—
Know he got a frost wrist, uh Climbin' out the holes, but I do this shit so effortless Hustle just to live Spent the fifty bands on the whole squad, shoppin' at Phipps And they know I got 'em but they better never have loose lips All this water on me lookin' like a motherfuckin' cruise ship Got Glizzy's on Glizzy's never go nowhere without the hip, ayy Got ten million out the oven, like a chocolate chip Got QPs 'cause real Ps never cop a zip My whip a spaceship, I'm so comfortable in my cockpit
Countin' all this paper, I ain't never think I lost Ridin' in the States, thinkin' about my way to boss up If a nigga say he want the smoke, we gotta spark up I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because
I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just because, uh I ain't gotta pay 'em, they gon' do it just be—