text: Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
  Think bout money, then bout this
  I got nothin on my wrist but Ill still gladly take your bitch 
  Who produced that beat? 
  Yessiree I did, ayy
  Got that ass on me
  Sound like Im from New York City
  Airbnb, gon fuck in it
  She know that I do the music 
  Always cook at home, Im tryna to save up
  Tryna do my friends some favors
  Gave her head, she facin backwards 
  27 shows, I go through cities every now and then
  I watch the crowd, they jumpin, watchin me 
  Cut, cut to days ago
  Im just a kid not old enough to smoke a cig
  They wonder, Whats the recipe? 
  They want me to come home
  I can hear the drum roll
  But understand Im out here for a reason
  Li-livin in my own home
  Father miss me, I know
  But also he know that Im on a mission 
  I got diamonds on my fist and shit
  Diamonds on my wrist and shit
  So icy, bitch, Im colder than a freezer 
  My main bitch bitchin , side bitch trippin
  Bitch, I love yall both but none of yall aint no keepers
  Ill leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers 
  Made a million dollars with Adidas 
  Cant have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper 
  Take this shit to trial, nigga, Im gon beat it
  Spilt my lean, it got me heated
  Say it one time, I dont repeat it
  Baby, get down on your knees and eat it, eat it, eat it
  Walking out of Louis V with the big box
  Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop
  Young Savage walk around with the big Glock 
  With that .30 hangin out, nigga thats hip-hop 
  Car too fast, 12 cant stop me 
  Bitch too bad, hoes cant fuck me 
  You was running from the smoke, nigga, not me 
  Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now its O.D. 
  Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
  Think bout money, then bout this
  I got nothin on my wrist but Ill still gladly take your bitch 
  Who produced that beat? 
  Yessiree I did, ayy
  She act like a bird, I wear shit made out of fur
  Your man say he getting money, claim that hes entrepreneur
  Fast car like Fast & Furious, she throw it back, DeLorean
  Im sittin in somebodys BMW recordin this
  Not my whip, not my whip, rather walk or take a Lyft
  On a trip, I hit the strip, rhat made me sad and then I dip
  Ayy, Brian learnin how to live it 
  People round him go in circles
  Head is spinnin with no fidget 
  Used to play the drums though, never liked it, no, no
  Lil Brian didnt see the bigger picture
  Rap-rap on my own beats so, one hundred percent goes
  Straight to my lil pockets and I keep it
  Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6
  Think bout money, then bout this
  I got nothin on my wrist but Ill still gladly take your bitch 
  Who produced that beat? 
  Yessiree I did, ayy
  Got that ass on me
  Sound like Im from New York City
  Airbnb, gon fuck in it
  She know that I do the music 
  Always cook at home, Im tryna to save up
  Tryna do my friends some favors
  Gave her head, she facin backwards