Let’s Go!

I make that money my business

I keep a baddie who listen

I run that shit thru the ceiling

I don’t do shit for attention

But my trigger finger is itchin

My brody he back in the kitchen

He whippin that shit like a wizard

We got pounds we got white we got pigeons

Get to the money I’m stamped that’s on everythin

I’m in a rover my shooter got hella range

Stash box the whip they don’t smell a thing

Hop out that rover and I jump in that coupe and I’m feelin like Bruce Wayne

Yeah!

Uh,

Speed off disappear thru the night

After 12 we don’t stop at the light

Protect my life yeah I’m grippin on the pipe Cause I know these niggas ain’t playing right