Nothing To Something Wallway Pack (Ft. Moneybagg Yo)

[Hook 2x]
Nothin' to somethin'
That's a wonderful feelin'
Rolls, Rolls Royce
Look at the cealin' (look at the stars)
Homicide (DOA)
Close case, couple of killings (first-degree murder)
Listen to me, then look at me
Bitch I'm the realist (bitch I'm the trillest)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg yo]
The money come hunnids bags at the time
That should tell you that I'm on my grind
I fuck a bitch when I got the time
Never comfortable I keep that iron
If you lookin' , I ain't hard to find
In the streets white and yellow lines
Sellin' packs before I rode around
In the trap lookin' out the blinds
I pop me a pill till it dissolves
My wrist says I'm glizzy (my wrist says im glizzy)
Yo diamonds don't hit up at all (they dont)
You need some assistance (you need you some help)
I poured up a deuce John Wall
I with Pack, thats my dawg
Big bag, big boss
I run the city, fuck the law