Is this what you're looking for?
(Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(What? Yeah)
I'm in a good position
Celebrate it, sippin'
Killah told me
"Listen, you on top of all these other bitches"
Got 'em wishin'
Off a pill I'm reminiscin'
Prosperin' because I'm gifted
It ain't me who actin' different
Don't you ever get it twisted
I be all about my business
Got it stashed up in the kitchen
Tunnel vision got me winnin'
Yeah, it took some time to fix it
Gotta stick it, go balistic
You be sketch I keep my distance
Ever see me kick it 'round a bitch
Just know that she be with it
I cut em off like it's paper
I ain't gonna do you no favors
He tryna get up with me later
But I'm in the booth stackin' up extra layers
Yeah
Bitch, ya followers fake
Filters ain't hidin' that face
In real life that's not how you shaped
You cappin' hoe, gimme a break
Ya sidepiece in replicate Bape
You not a model, quit tryna imitate
Postin' that dumb shit, who you tryna validate?
100K but you broke, how you do that sway?
I'm at the bank like, hello, how are you today?
Yeah
Droppin emojis, he be like I feel you bro
She talkin' crazy and think it's subliminal
Don't let me catch you in person, I'll smack a hoe
In a bag full of cheese, yeah
Whip it up, Velveeta
One phone call, gotta re-up
He need to slide out my DMs
Hell no, I don't wanna meet up
Yeah
Bag full of cheese, yeah
Whip it up, Veelveta
Yeah,hey
Whip it
Whip it
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Why they actin funny?
All I'm tryna do is stack the cash
Never goin back to broke
No, you can't hate on me for that
Ops be takin L's
I pray to God I never lose pack
I sit back, relax the homie map
You out in case you lack
Hoes be on that dummy shit
No time for that, I'm speakin' facts
I don't trust his ass
The last I heard was he a fuckin' rat
If you play with money
Don't tweak out when that shit poppin' back
I be in the trap
To them my pockets wasn't never fat
Yeah Yeah
He be buggin' out
Talkin' about some Bae, I miss you
No, I don't fuck with lames
That means I do not wanna kiss you
These days they be switchin' up
That's why I keep a pistol
I be feelin' anxious, so ambitious
I could never sit still
Told her drop it low
She gettin' wavy with the beat, it's lit, yeah
Ridin' through my city
Gotta lay back in the seat
When you hit the light
Don't flash ya brights to switch that shit to green
I'll be back at the crib in 15 minutes
What you need?
I be fuckin' with the P's
Been smokin' heavy pack pristine
When you level up
Make sure that you be careful how you speak
Used to doubt me
Nowadays I got them pickin' up they speed
Why they act so fugazy?
I knew that they was shady
I'm busy not bein' lazy
I'm solo, dolo lately
Yeah
Why they actin' funny?
All I'm tryna do is stack the cash
Never goin back to broke
No, you can't hate on me for that
Ops be takin L's
I pray to God I never lose pack
I sit back, relax the homie map
You out in case you lack
Hoes be on that dummy shit
No time for that, I'm speakin' facts
I don't trust his ass
The last I heard was he a fuckin' rat
If you play with money
Don't tweak out when that shit poppin' back
I be in the trap
To them my pockets wasn't never fat