[00:03.15]Whoa, whoa, whoa
[00:06.09]Whoa, whoa
[00:08.79]Whoa, whoa, whoa
[00:11.73]Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa
[00:12.59]From out the streets, became a millionaire
[00:14.62]I know n!ggas started in the trap, and they still there
[00:17.26]'Member I was robbin', I bought jewelry and I still wear it
[00:20.21]Came a long way with all my n!ggas, and they still here
[00:23.35]My big bro behind bars, for like two hundred years
[00:26.75]I got that call, I lost my dawg, and I don't know how to feel
[00:29.75]Gotta stay on savage time, you know it's war time
[00:32.59]I remember I ain't used to leave the house without my .45
[00:35.84]I ain't got no time
[00:37.37]'Member Papi had the Mackie at the stop sign
[00:40.05]S**t was too, too real
[00:41.79]I got my Glock, and laid 'em down, n!gga, you knew the deal
[00:44.67]That's why I moved to the Hills, and I'm new to it
[00:47.62]'Cause I ain't sure when my dawg had to make the news reel
[00:50.81]Got promethazine in my eyes, I'm cryin' purple tears
[00:53.49]The streets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still
[00:56.74]Uh, and that's why I'm on tour, that's why my house a resort
[01:00.86]That's why I got the four by four
[01:02.48]I remember when I was low, tryna trap in front of the store
[01:04.97]Hop fences on the police, from handcuffs to Rollies
[01:08.26]These hoes didn't know a n!gga, now she claim she know me
[01:11.17]I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah
[01:13.35]I get the low on the bag, I'm ****in' up yams
[01:15.17]I go get the birdie, birdie, n!gga, I need some hens
[01:18.51]Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends
[01:21.47]Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes
[01:25.06]I been countin' millions every time I board
[01:27.97]Spend your whole budget in the designer store
[01:30.97]Walk inside my closet, it's designer galore
[01:33.87]Bad b7tch give me ya-ya in an Aventador
[01:36.97]Bad b7tch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck
[01:39.97]Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
[01:42.86]I'm boutta pack up the whole house, put it inside this suitcase
[01:45.79]Put my d**k inside her mouth like it's Crest toothpaste
[01:48.53]Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh
[01:52.05]Got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh
[01:55.58]Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed
[01:57.91]I need some bread, been trappin' for two days
[02:00.94]If he rockin' with the opps, we gotta wet the block
[02:03.84]Got my Glock in the Dior, but I got on Gucci socks
[02:06.78]Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave
[02:10.17]Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa
From out the streets, became a millionaire
I know n!ggas started in the trap, and they still there
'Member I was robbin', I bought jewelry and I still wear it
Came a long way with all my n!ggas, and they still here
My big bro behind bars, for like two hundred years
I got that call, I lost my dawg, and I don't know how to feel
Gotta stay on savage time, you know it's war time
I remember I ain't used to leave the house without my .45
I ain't got no time
'Member Papi had the Mackie at the stop sign
S**t was too, too real
I got my Glock, and laid 'em down, n!gga, you knew the deal
That's why I moved to the Hills, and I'm new to it
'Cause I ain't sure when my dawg had to make the news reel
Got promethazine in my eyes, I'm cryin' purple tears
The streets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still
Uh, and that's why I'm on tour, that's why my house a resort
That's why I got the four by four
I remember when I was low, tryna trap in front of the store
Hop fences on the police, from handcuffs to Rollies
These hoes didn't know a n!gga, now she claim she know me
I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah
I get the low on the bag, I'm ****in' up yams
I go get the birdie, birdie, n!gga, I need some hens
Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends
Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes
I been countin' millions every time I board
Spend your whole budget in the designer store
Walk inside my closet, it's designer galore
Bad b7tch give me ya-ya in an Aventador
Bad b7tch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck
Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I'm boutta pack up the whole house, put it inside this suitcase
Put my d**k inside her mouth like it's Crest toothpaste
Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh
Got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh
Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed
I need some bread, been trappin' for two days
If he rockin' with the opps, we gotta wet the block
Got my Glock in the Dior, but I got on Gucci socks
Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave
Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga