Yeah
Hold up, Booke, where you at?
Im in the yo, pull up, bro
Hold up, hold up, hold up, where you at?
Im at the studio, bro, pull up
I let my homies air ya out
Like a car thats been sittin for seven days
Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways
Or, let them strip you like you work at Blaze, ooh
Ray Bans, dark shades
Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade
Im paid and I sip syrup all day
Its my sport, you should call it Leanoray
Orange and purple, its 
Kush sprayed with finger spray
Nigga, Im a junky, you niggas minor racks
Im chasin money, I never ran from that
I never ran from jack
If you make me run, shit, Im back, uhhh
Ear piece is too cold, my neckpiece ridiculous
Ooh, my ring get me barking like it been frost bitten
I be gettin bitches while you couch sittin
You niggas soft as mitten, dont make me pay a visit
See, I be in the kitchen, rappin and pitchin
You know I gotta keep the smell down, vacuum city
You broke like a old elbow, you cant pay attention
See I be in the trenches and the bitches
Franklin steady knocking and Im like, Who is it?
I let em right on in, now, why would I 
You can ask your girlfriend, this money dont bend
I got the more hundreds, I aint got them ones in
Oneway gettin in and out this whip, this aint no photo
And two nines stay with me, Rondo and Romo
Thug, fuck what they talkin bout, holmes got out too quick
Follow my footsteps, better step over all the shit that I kick
Uh, where the Lysol?
Need a kickstand in the booth cause I been sippin
So I might fall 
Got my whites on and just sound like a motherfucker 
Turn the lights off 
Boss shit, take a loss get it right back
Yeah, tax write off
Fuck nigga, nah, we dont like yall
Damn, Im a problem, cant solve me
Im fly as a bitch me
Fake barbers tryna condone me
Nah, not happenin
But we foldin niggas like napkins
No round of applause, we clappin
This Flya again whats crackin nigga
Yeah, thank you, thank you gentlemen, let me take that
Money is all I think about, Im in love with that
Hunnids is all Im bangin on, Im in love with cats
Money is all Im talkin now, now, where Franklin at?
Im bout kick in the prison like take Franklin at
Juney, they say you snitch, nigga, whats up with that?
You homie, but my crew say you gotta go with that
You pissin and shittin on yourself, nigga, you wrong for that
And yeah, we, we from the sewer, but we dont fuck with rats
Ayy, and if I ran from you, nigga, I dont fuck with crack
What up, crap?
OG Poppin, nigga
Ayy, freaky say fuck what they say, that nigga out too quick
And Im like freaky nigga go ahead with that bullshit
Cause both, both of yall nigga hard
Both of yall got famous cliques
So let, lets get that rap money, fuck them bricks
Uh, got stripes every day, its zebra day
Uh, and if they play, let ninas spray
Im chasin money, I never ran from that
I never ran from jack
I mean they made me run but Im back, uhh