[Verse 1: G Perico]
You ain't gotta tell me when to go, bitch, I'm goin'
You ain't gotta tell me that I'm on, bitch, I'm knowin'
'Bout to drop to the point where it get annoyin'
You wanna do business? Okay, call the lawyers
It ain't enough digits, add some more commas
Give me more skrilla, I'll handle all the problems
Back-to-back big bodies, throwin' up Crip out it
When you stick to the script, look at what you get out it
Turn off the lights, me and Steelz still shinin'
These ain't lab-made, these real diamonds
Ten years in and we just gettin' started
The Clicc is the backbone, me, I'm the heart of it
The devil on my ass, I can't let him catch up to me
Prayed for a hundred grand, now that's some crumbs to me
Where your finance at? Come eat brunch with me
Got an East African and she in love with me
All for the money, we don't care about the fame shit
Niggas crash out for the 'Gram on some lame shit
Gave my whole heart to the game, look what it done for me
Still in the hood, but, nigga, I'm livin' luxury
[Chorus: Wallie the Sensei]
Get some money, get a bag, and get to it
All the shit they talk about, I done been through it
I used to hate bein' on standby
Now I get fly on a first-class flight like woah
I got Louis on my belt and my shoes like woah
Everybody winnin' in my crew like woah
Even though I'm worth billions
I'm still up in the hood and I'm chillin'
You ain't gotta tell me when to go, bitch, I'm goin'
You ain't gotta tell me that I'm on, bitch, I'm knowin'
'Bout to drop to the point where it get annoyin'
You wanna do business? Okay, call the lawyers
It ain't enough digits, add some more commas
Give me more skrilla, I'll handle all the problems
Back-to-back big bodies, throwin' up Crip out it
When you stick to the script, look at what you get out it
Turn off the lights, me and Steelz still shinin'
These ain't lab-made, these real diamonds
Ten years in and we just gettin' started
The Clicc is the backbone, me, I'm the heart of it
The devil on my ass, I can't let him catch up to me
Prayed for a hundred grand, now that's some crumbs to me
Where your finance at? Come eat brunch with me
Got an East African and she in love with me
All for the money, we don't care about the fame shit
Niggas crash out for the 'Gram on some lame shit
Gave my whole heart to the game, look what it done for me
Still in the hood, but, nigga, I'm livin' luxury
[Chorus: Wallie the Sensei]
Get some money, get a bag, and get to it
All the shit they talk about, I done been through it
I used to hate bein' on standby
Now I get fly on a first-class flight like woah
I got Louis on my belt and my shoes like woah
Everybody winnin' in my crew like woah
Even though I'm worth billions
I'm still up in the hood and I'm chillin'
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