[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & T.I.]
I started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
I was just tryna get some money
I ain't trusting nobody but my mother
[?]
Tryna make something
Tryna take something, I'm dumping
40 keys of Yay and I run it
Numbers up, money
[?]
[?] made a hundred
Splerjing [?]
[?]
[?] catch a case from me
Pussy ass niggas, you ain't talking bout nothing
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make something
Tryna make, tryna make something
Tryna make me something

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Rich Homie!
Tryna make something, but I [?] nothing
Came a long way
[?] at the corner store, but you know [?]
[?] don't play
Stupid nigga, shoot you in the face
I ain't losing [?] what you take
I'm riding [?] new car nigga
These motherfucking doors [?] nigga
I ain't ever had a charger on dodge, nigga
I don't like bitches [?] nigga
[?] everytime [?] baby mama
I'm underground, hiding out like Osama nigga
I'm from Atlanta, got a thousand niggas coming with me
Me and TIP
[?] buck nigga
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