作词 : D'Anthony Carlos
 作曲 : D'Anthony Carlos
What's up, you *****-ass ******?
It’s your girl ****, I'm here with my *****,
GoldLink, and he's about to, he finna freestyle
Ahahaha b-b-b-baaaa
Let’s get it
Yeah, rappin' to feed all my future children
***y Black rapper who tryna plank on a million
But I won't give a **** 'bout s**t until a billion
And all my ****** 'round me can talk about ridin' spinners
With the windows down,
Blastin' the heat, in the sunroof chillin'
Until that feelin’, I’m never gonna forget my dealings
****** tried to jump us, I never forget the feelin'
A month later got gunned down, they caught him slippin’
Karma's a *****, poor man to rich, I
Two to a four, four to a six, I
Honorable ****** who turned to a snitch, wow
Money on heads and diamonds on wrists, blaow
Top ten baddest, the realest done had him, it's that real
Fake smile, flat chest shawty, but boy, that ass real
*** appeal, shorty a hottie, that s**t is mad still
With sharp heels, that's a bad deal
Poppin’ wheelies got ****** up in the 6
Connected to the border, they let me smuggle my sticks
Flew to Bompton, Cali, and me and Worthy just clicked
I live a life like Michael and keep it purple like Prince
Keep like seven with me, got ****** callin' me Vick
Yo bro, I just wanna say thank you, bro!
I've been waitin', the time is finally here.
We workin'. Shout out my haters,
I made it, *****-ass ******