[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Bust down Rollie, not a plain jane
Got off my ass, went and got that cash, all my niggas did the same thing
Pouring purple rain, been through so many things, fuck the fame
I just want the cash so I can bless the gang
Since my nigga left, shit ain't been the same
My brother lost a case in court, judge gave him the whole thing
Catch a opp I hit him, make him feel this flame
I done got a bag, they speak on my name
Got on like five chains, what is a dream?
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Flying high in private planes
Soon as I land I hop in that Range
I don't drive it, chauffeur, he switching lanes
She got left behind, the bitch was playing mind games
These niggas broke, ain't got no cash
They hand out, I swear this shit beyond lame
Rocking Tom Ford, yeah, I just poured a four up
Riding Rolls Royce and the doors open backwards, yeah
Just thinking about my nigga, if he was here, know we'd be laughing, yuh
My brother called from prison, say he got his face tatted up
I'm just tryna add it up, my son getting big, he bad as fuck
He quick to throw that Candler up, and he know his daddy up
I been flexing on them haters, boy I swear I got 'em mad as fuck
We back to back in foreign trucks every time we pulling up
Bust down Rollie, not a plain jane
Got off my ass, went and got that cash, all my niggas did the same thing
Pouring purple rain, been through so many things, fuck the fame
I just want the cash so I can bless the gang
Since my nigga left, shit ain't been the same
My brother lost a case in court, judge gave him the whole thing
Catch a opp I hit him, make him feel this flame
I done got a bag, they speak on my name
Got on like five chains, what is a dream?
[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Flying high in private planes
Soon as I land I hop in that Range
I don't drive it, chauffeur, he switching lanes
She got left behind, the bitch was playing mind games
These niggas broke, ain't got no cash
They hand out, I swear this shit beyond lame
Rocking Tom Ford, yeah, I just poured a four up
Riding Rolls Royce and the doors open backwards, yeah
Just thinking about my nigga, if he was here, know we'd be laughing, yuh
My brother called from prison, say he got his face tatted up
I'm just tryna add it up, my son getting big, he bad as fuck
He quick to throw that Candler up, and he know his daddy up
I been flexing on them haters, boy I swear I got 'em mad as fuck
We back to back in foreign trucks every time we pulling up
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