Never worry ′bout a single hatin' motherfucker

Lookin′ like my next supper

All these moves that I'm makin' got people talkin′Like, "How many papers is this man signin′?"

I'm back wit′ the backpack rap

Man, I'm thinkin′ that this shit finna make them scat

Got a bag full of cash if we talkin' ′bout that

Run, run it like Forrest Gump, can you feel that? Ayy

I'm a renaissance man

If you wanna get a feat', you not gon′ get response, man

I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan

Don′t be jealous, don't be rude, go back to rollin′ up grams

People think I'm sick as shit but I′m just eatin' on ham

Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I′m settin' up camp

When the females hear my name, I know they pussy all damp

Mr. Veterinarian, I make that kitty go ham (Damn)

Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green

Watchin′ numbers goin′ up, that's just the everyday routine

All my old friends hit me up, they wish they had a time machine

Feelin like I′m Cube, I always hit 'em with no vaseline

Always sayin′ no when you ask 'em if they got beef with me

DMs blowin′ up I always say, "No bitch, this dick ain't free"

Watchin' on your every move, I got that shit on DVD

Flexin′ all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

You got cash, buy some chains

I buy houses, ain′t that strange?

You ain't shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit

Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink

Shit I′m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac

("Who the fuck is Zac?" "High School Musical")

Bitch hold my stacks, I'm 30 minutes late to France

Gotta get this cash, never give no chance

Better bounce that ass, paid her an advance

Got me through this day, sippin′ on Bombay

I don't trust you gotta take this survey

Man, I don′t look back, never cut no slack

Better get way back, 'fore yo ass get smacked, uh

Memphis flow but I'm from Jakarta ho

Never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know

Checkin′ on your Instagram, I see that shit is going slow

Always hating on the progress, man, yo′ ass has gotta go

Ballin', only seventeen, my skin is green

Watchin′ numbers goin' up, that′s just the everyday routine

All my old friends hit me up, they wish they had a time machine

Feelin like I'm Cube, I always hit ′em with no vaseline

Always sayin' no when you ask 'em if they got beef with me

DMs blowin′ up I always say, "No bitch, this dick ain′t free"

Watchin' on your every move, I got that shit on DVD

Flexin′ all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie