[INTRO — LOW VOICE, DARK ATMOSPHERE] (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, look… Whole lotta money, whole lotta problems. Fuck all that talk, we really got options. Black truck, red lights, ghosts in the back. Everybody want smoke till we show them the facts. (Grrah!) Huh, huh. Let’s get it. [HOOK — CATCHY, DARK MELODIC DRILL] Big racks, black mask, walk in, no chat, Bad bitch on my line, tell her, “Fall back.” Whole team eating, put the squad on the map, They was talking that shit, now they ain’t saying jack. Fuck what they think, I ain’t giving a fuck, Came from the dirt, now the whole gang up. Big-boy moves, got the price going up, If the money ain’t right, tell ‘em, “Don’t hit us up.” Ayy, money, power, that’s the code, All-black fit when I hit that road. Too much ice, make the whole room cold, Heart turned dark, but the wrist on froze. [VERSE 1 — COLD DRILL FLOW] Look, I came in broke, had to get that shit straight, Now I’m eating good while they sit there and hate. Everybody tough till it’s time to create, I was working all night, they were sleeping till late. Fuck fake love, I can see that shit clear, Same damn people disappear when you’re near. Now they pop back up when the money appear, Bitch, don’t call my phone, you ain’t welcome round here. Big drip, no cap, that’s facts, New whip, black tint, all black. She want love, I ain’t giving her that, I got plans on plans, gotta double my stack. I don’t do favors for a snake-ass friend, You switch up once, that’s the motherfucking end. Ten toes down, I don’t fold, don’t bend, If I say we’re locked in, that’s locked in till the end. [HOOK — HEAVIER 808 SLIDES] Big racks, black mask, walk in, no chat, Bad bitch on my line, tell her, “Fall back.” Whole team eating, put the squad on the map, They was talking that shit, now they ain’t saying jack. Fuck what they think, I ain’t giving a fuck, Came from the dirt, now the whole gang up. Big-boy moves, got the price going up, If the money ain’t right, tell ‘em, “Don’t hit us up.” Ayy, money, power, that’s the code, All-black fit when I hit that road. Too much ice, make the whole room cold, Heart turned dark, but the wrist on froze. [VERSE 2 — FASTER FLOW, DRILL HI-HATS] Ayy, look. I need big checks, not a pat on the back, I need real ones with me when the whole thing cracks. Everybody wants a piece when the numbers go mad, But nobody gave a fuck when the pockets were flat. Now it’s “Bro, what’s good?” Man, get out my face. You weren’t there back then, don’t be switching your place. I remember cold nights, had to live with the pain, Now I step in the spot and they remember the name. Fuck a fake flex, I want real estate, Big-ass house with a hell of a gate. New bank balance got ‘em all in a daze, I was built for the pressure, motherfucker, I don’t break. No cap, no lies, no begging for clout, If I got something to say, I’ma say that shit loud. Whole squad locked in, put the family first, We came from the bottom, had to fight through the worst. [BRIDGE — DARK MELODIC VOCALS] Tell me, who was there when the lights went out? Who stayed real when they had their doubts? Now the money came in, everybody comes round, But I know fake love when I hear that sound. Oh-oh, I don’t trust no one. Oh-oh, till the job gets done. Oh-oh, look what I’ve become. All this money, still ain’t feeling love. [FINAL HOOK — FULL BASS, LAYERED VOCALS] Big racks, black mask, walk in, no chat, Bad bitch on my line, tell her, “Fall back.” Whole team eating, put the squad on the map, They was talking that shit, now they ain’t saying jack. Fuck what they think, I ain’t giving a fuck, Came from the dirt, now the whole gang up. Big-boy moves, got the price going up, If the money ain’t right, tell ‘em, “Don’t hit us up.” MONEY! (Yeah!) POWER! (Let’s go!) Whole damn team gonna shine, that’s law. MONEY! (Grrah!) POWER! (Uh!) Started with nothing, now we want it all. [OUTRO — DEEP VOICE, BEAT CUTS] Fuck the fake love. Fuck the fake friends. Get the money. Do it again. (Grrah!) Black card. No feelings. All business. Yeah. That’s it.
