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
Woo, ayy
Fuck on a private jet
Then he hop in his Gatti with a jet motor 
Ayy, I just had bought out the plug
I got enough drugs to never be sober, yeah
I cant hop in with a scrub
I dont carry dubs in none of my clothin, yeah
I told this bitch to cool off
She was overexcited bout my golds, yeah, uh 
Choke on the beans, Im fuckin her friend
They doin my chores, yeah
He fresh out the can and I gave him a wifey
Nigga, thats yours, yeah 
I sleep with a K and a couple grenades
Im ready for war, yeah
Nipsey blue Range Rover SVR
Racks in the safe, I stack it like Lays
My diamonds all colors like a gay parade 
Go on your bitch, I couldve just laid
But I alley-oopd to my homie, he ate 
I cooked that fishscale, he slimed out the plate
Got 52 watches and I still come in late
You a sassy bitch, but I dont go on dates
Diamonds canary, stone lemon cakes
Show me attention when Im in your city
Im so used to fuckin on all of your bitches
They wanna fuck us and they know that we pimpin
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
Skydweller get wet as Pacific
I aint sold a drug, but my wrist on the chicken, 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 bitches back
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