[Chorus: Bobby Bucher]
When I make it to the top, I won't let that change me
I'ma pull up in the drop, I won't let that change me
I been used to getting guap, I ain't let that change me yeah
They all fake but, not me

[Post-Chorus: Fredo]
You ain't gotta lie to me
This is where you wanna be
Right here on the side of me
And let me hit it like the lottery yeah

[Verse 1: Bobby Bucher]
Pull up on me I got the semi on my side
Drinking Rémy with a bad bitch on my line
Oh woah woah why they wanna judge me all the time?
Money in my pockets I don't wanna press rewind
Oh no no, somebody like me they won't find
667 tatted on me I won't change my mind
Now it's reading dollar signs, I don't know I don't know
Smoke in the air where I go where I go

[Verse 2: Illmac]
If, this ain't, what you want from me
I'm on one, but I'm off that drink woah woah
Let me hit it like the lottery
I know, she want me, hold on, hold on babe
She said, she love me, go on, go on, yeah
Get the car then I'm on the way
I know she miss me when I'm away
Think about the last time, that I hit it when I'm outta state then you ride the wave
By the way tell her bye and wave, I could never get the time of day
Tell a hater hi and thanks, took a loss to find a way, never change yeah
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