(Yeah)
Wake up, out at 6:00
Think 'bout money
Then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my wrist
But I'll still gladly take yo' bitch
Ay, ay who produced that beat? (Yeah)
Ay, yeah yes sir-y I did (Ay)
Got that ass on me, sound like I'm from New York City
Airbnb gon' fuck in it
She know that I do the music
Always cook at home I'm tryna save up
Tryna do my friends some favors
Gave her head, she facing backwards (Backwards)
Ay, twenty-seven shows
I go through cities
Every now and then
I'll watch the crowd
They're jumpin' watchin' me
Cut-cut to days ago
I'm just kid not old enough to smoke a cig
They wonder what's the recipe
They want me to come home
I can hear the drum rolls
But understand I'm out here for a reason
(Ay, ay) Li-living in my own home
Father miss me, I know
But also we know that I'm on a mission
I got diamonds on my fist and shit
Diamonds on my wrist and shit
So icy bitch, I'm colder than a freezer (Bling bloaw)
My main bitch bitchin' (21)
Side bitch trippin', bitch I love y'all both
But none of y'all ain't no keepers (I leave ya)
Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers
Made a million dollars with Adidas
Pay to have a ticket **** off my beeper
Take this shit to trial ****. I'm gon' beat it
Spilled my lean, it got me heated
Say one time I don't repeat it
Baby, get down on your knees and eat it (Eat it, eat it)
Walking out of Louis V, with the big box
Yeah, pull the Saint Laurent
I made a pit stop
John Savage walk around with the big Glock (21)
With that .30 hanging out, ****, that's hip-hop (Fast)
Car too fast, 12 can't stop me (Skrrt)
Bitch too bad, hoes can't flock me (21)
You was runnin' from the smoke, **** not me (On God)
Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21)
Wake up, out at 6:00
Think 'bout money
Then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my wrist
But I'll still gladly take yo' bitch
Ay, ay who produced that beat? (Yeah)
Ay, yeah yes sir-y I did (Ay)
She act like a bird
I wish she made out of fur
Y'all might say he gettin' money
Claim that he's entrepenuer
Fast car life, Fast and Furious
She throw it back, DeLorean
I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recording this
Not my whip, not my whip
Rather walk or take a Lyft
On a trip I hit the shit
That made me sad and then I dip
Brian learnin', how to live it, damn
People 'round them going circles
Head is spinnin' with no vision
Used to play the drums, though
Never liked to know
Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger picture (Ay)
Ra-rap on my own beats so
My 100 percent goes straight to my lil' pockets
And I keep it
Wake up, out at 6:00
Think 'bout money
Then 'bout this
I got nothin' on my wrist
But I'll still gladly take yo' bitch
Ay, ay who produced that beat? (Yeah)
Ay, yeah yes sir-y I did (Ay)
Got that ass on me, sound like I'm from New York City
Airbnb gon' fuck in it
She know that I do the music
Always cook at home I'm tryna save up
Tryna do my friends some favors
Gave her head, she facing backwards (Backwards)

Writer(s): Brian Imanuel & BIN ABRAHAM-JOSEPH SHAYAA.