Yeah, yeah
Sink or swim
Yeah, yeah (He's heating up)
Go to Japan and blow yen
Looking for clothes and dope trends
And I got carrots on carrots on carrots
And they in the face like snow men
I got these shawties from North and South
And little they know that they both friends
Want me believe that they there from the start
They been callin' me Sav since '010
I give massages only to money
'Cause all that I like is to grope ends
You know my circles, show you the green
Look like we put you in close friends
I'm in a section wit' eight of them bottles
And no, I ain't talkin' about low rent
All of these lames make no sense
Ride through the city wit' no tint
I do the Ricky but never the Fendi
You know I be killing them Rafs
I'm tryna fill up the bag
I'm tryna fill up the bag
I'm in a rush, tell her to hush
And make her go fill up the bag
I been out killin' the stash
I gotta fill up the bag
I do the Ricky but never the Fendi
You know I be killing them Rafs
I'm tryna fill up the bag
I'm tryna fill up the bag
I'm in a rush, tell her to hush
And make her go fill up the bag
I been out killin' the stash
I gotta fill up the bag
They keep askin' when the drop is
I been very patient wit' my fans
Everyday I just advance
In every way, I'm in my stance
New checks put me in the groove
So like, every day I do a dance
The money can't do a show wit' Diddy
'Cause it barely make it in a band
Tell my shawty, "Get ya mans"
Yeah, niggas told me, "Stop textin' shorty"
I'ma call ya girl and I'ma call ya bluff
Real recognize, real wonder why y'all never get along wit' us
I ain't pressed over time
So I hit up Shyne, just to get my arm a bus
Threw the Apple for the Rolex
So my wristwear is no longer touched
Got a wifey, you should tuck her now
You don't wanna put her through dilemmas
You gon' lose ya temper
When I come to town, know ya friends might try to clown
You can lie to 'em and say she stuck around
'Cause if she get to see the Rolls Royce
That'll put ya angel through some ups and downs
No focus on the females, you can buy her time, you can buy her purse
Life change when you seein' change
Your relationships gettin' kinda worse
Money make things complicated
When your close friends who you hire first
Lit together, then we separating
When we up it's enough like fireworks
All of a sudden, we got new phones
Still askin' you for huge loans
That's what happen when you turn your
Pals into drivers, sorta like a tombstone
For my niggas out in Southwest, out of Woodland Ave. that move bold
Sink or swim 'til the tombstone
Never the Fendi, you know I be killing them Rafs
I'm tryna fill up the bag
I'm tryna fill up the bag
I'm in a rush, tell her to hush
And make her go fill up the bag
I been out killin' the stash
I gotta fill up the bag
I do the Ricky but never the Fendi
You know I be killing them Rafs
I'm tryna fill up the bag
I'm tryna fill up the bag
I'm in a rush, tell her to hush
And make her go fill up the bag
I been out killin' the stash
I gotta fill up the bag