Raah, yeah
I was in a new Bentley riding to the stars
I got a 12 car garage, Im no fraud
Cold crew dripping, we supreme, we for sure
More lean on ice and I got lean in my cup
Got cream in my pocket and I put cream on my cars
Hakeem, the one of one, and I got a bad, bad broad
She would clean the nuts and all
If I aint got my lean, no discussion at all, yeah
Backstabber, back jabber breaking up hoes
I got big blatt splattered in my dome
I got addies on the opps, dont go home
Dont worry about staking out my house, youll need a drone
Im in the pent one lil bitch, the top floor, yeah
Who that is peepin in my window?
That aint nobody cause Im living in a penthouse, yeah
God Sunday, popped up at my crib with money
I got bitches tryna fuck me from Monday to Sunday
I could put four Patek Philippes on my wrist
I could put three Richard Milles on my bitch
I could put 12 million cash at the crib
I got 12 million cash in the hills
I put one-twenty-five in both my ears
Bout to put YSL and Freebandz on a blimp
My old lady left me, oh well
Thats why I bought 20 chains for the real
Before I put a hidin spot in my crib
If I dont trust a bitch, I pay a ho to dip 
I was in a new Bentley riding to the stars
I got a 12 car garage, Im no fraud
Cold crew dripping, we supreme, we for sure
More lean on ice and I got lean in my cup
Got cream in my pocket and I put cream on my cars
Hakeem, the one of one, and I got a bad, bad broad
She would clean the nuts and all
If I aint got my lean, no discussion at all
I drink so much Actavis, I piss all day
I lost my first drug case to that ho Renae
You got to be from the real Atlanta to know that name
Gotta deal with that Hannah Montana to be in that lane
I hold money in my hands even when I record
I got money in my veins comin out my pores
When my bitch investigate, I slap the source
My coupe white and brown like smores, no remorse
I counted a million in cash my first time snortin
I called a ambulance, I was higher than New York
Speaking of York, I just bought my bitch the Yorkie
Real street nigga, we made it outta EBT, yeah
I remember the first time my momma called my phone, nigga, it was like three and a half years ago, she was like, Bae they cut my food stamps off, what the fuck goin on? I was like, Man, kick your feet up, we aint going back, ya digg? Now every year I reward her for her birthday, you know, for Christmas, all the holidays, and I take care of my whole family, nigga, and anybody can vouch for it, its on God, know what Im sayin, no fraud 
I was in a new Bentley riding to the stars
I got a 12 car garage, Im no fraud
Cold crew dripping, we supreme, we for sure
More lean on ice and I got lean in my cup
Got cream in my pocket and I put cream on my cars
Hakeem, the one of one, and I got a bad, bad broad
She clean the nuts and all
If I aint got my lean, no discussion at all, yeah
I was in a new Bentley riding to the stars
I got a 12 car garage, Im no fraud
Cold crew dripping, we supreme, we for sure
More lean on ice and I got lean in my cup
Got cream in my pocket and I put cream on my cars
Hakeem, the one of one, and I got a bad, bad broad
She clean the nuts and all
If I aint got my lean, no discussion at all, yeah