Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind Baking soda fishscale, I'm gon' make it drop Seventeen, see, I was raised by the damn pots The streets know a nigga hot, they waiting for the drop 'Cause I'm sucker-free like a stick with no lollipop Fresh out the body shop, I'm on my Prada shit Money looking swole 'cause I used to pack a lot of bricks I don't got to lie to chicks, I just tell them, "Swallow this" And put it in their face, I am such a dermatologist Used to take a lot of trips, trafficking the work And since Georgia raised me, I guess I get it out the dirt I be out here head first, Hinesville, what it do? In the club with my niggas, ten bottles of Grey Goose Tell them to stay back 'cause they strapped and they'd shoot I done popped them damn pills, now a nigga can't move I'll be damned if I'ma lose, I came too far for me to quit And Lord knows I be on my shit Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind I'm a money maker, you can see it in my eyes You can tell by my swag, try me, you might die No lie, used to cry when I ain't have it Selling collard greens, trying to make a little cabbage I'm not your average, I'm a savage I'm a bastard, so I trust no man I play my cards right like Lindsay had a low hand Shit hit the fan and I ain't even take a stand Evaluate my tattoos, they'll tell you that they gang related Haters see me, looking like, "Goddamn, he made it" M.O.E. till y'all niggas bury me Clayton County, Riverdale, you can say they raised me please don't play me All white bricks, you can call them Slim Shady I see them niggas hating, but I know they can't fade me Waka Flocka Flocka, Flocka Waka Flame Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here on my grind and I'm chasing the cheese Pockets full of money, I get it out the streets Now, I've been on my shit ever since I was a jit Money over everything, I'm trying to get rich I'm out here in these streets and there's money on my mind Middle finger to you haters, I'm on my grind