P-P-Papamitrou, boy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, its matte today
Pushin that bitch through the jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin in various
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity
Counted me out and Im back, and Im havin it, ayy
Im from the trenches where I had to get it
Im so used to trappin, I get it and flip it
I know that you be actin, I know you aint with it
Bro, throw me the package, I wrap it and flip it
They say I got money so Im actin different
Get it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin my phone, this lil bitch, she trippin
Just leave me alone, Im handlin business
Work hard, I gotta get it 
Trap hard, we in the kitchen
Diamonds so cold, light even bend
And my niggas dont fold, they never bendin
Took a loss, but shit happens, I get it
With the bosses, Im payin attention
Told that bitch I aint wastin no time
So, no, I cant wait, not a minute
And I pray to the Lord for better days
Im flexin hard like a heavyweight
Spent some racks and I bust down the bezel face
Got this .30 on me, make em run away, yeah
Bitch, Im gettin paid
I was in the trap whippin shit like a slave
Cant put trust in these bitches, these bitches changed
On the block with them niggas, was goin insane, yeah
I aint come to play
Cant fuck with lil shawty, she in the way 
No time to waste
Gotta get to this money, Im runnin late, yeah 
Better keep a K
Boy, these bullets get drawn like anime
Ima hop in that foreign and do the race
Yeah, I got the Bentley, Meek got the Wraith, yeah
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it
I fell in love with the game and I married it
200 thou for the walk on a Saturday
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, its matte today
Pushin that bitch through the jects like a chariot
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin in various
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity 
Counted me out and Im back, and Im havin it, ayy 
Look at my clarity, my diamonds is serious
I got out of jail and I fucked on her period
I know they racist, Gucci interior
Came from a corner to ownin my cereal
Meek, we dont need a stylist
Percs, weed, even my balance
Alexander McQueen Margielas 
I kill in the streets, you tellin 
Dont run, dont run
Make it home to my son 
I be with killers who kill other killers
Im hangin with Von
Youd rather buy the bitch a bag
Id rather give a new house to my mom
Some niggas rather pray to the Bible
When I converted, I pray with my palms
See, keepin my Glock when Im in the field 
Hop in the Track and I burn out the wheels 
I fuck with the gangsters, dont fuck with my peers
Fresh out of Jeffreys, I hop on the Lear
Grippin that .40, not talkin a beer
Flawless the diamonds, I boog out the ear
Bentley do wheelies, I pop it in gear
Eight in my cup when Im walkin through, clear
Mm-mm-mm-mm
This lifestyle
Man, that X is fuckin my pupil
Just turn these lights down
Im just a wild, wild boy
Chopper ridin round for him
I need my mils like Meek
Im a thug like Thug and Cal, Calboy
Fresh out the trap and they know how I carry it 
I fell in love with the game and I married it 
200 thou for the walk on a Saturday 
I threw the wrap on the Phantom, its matte today 
Pushin that bitch through the jects like a chariot 
Diamonds on diamonds, they comin in various 
I gave that bitch $20,000 for charity 
Counted me out and Im back, and Im havin it, ayy 
Mm-mm, uh oh
Mm-mm, uh oh
Mm-mm, uh oh