Lord, I need some commas on my bank account

Dollars, yeah, a big amount

All these niggas passing by, going upThey don′t even need to know what's rap to be blowing up

Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account

Dollars, yeah, a big amount

All these niggas passing by, going up

They don′t even need to know what's rap to be blowing up

Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account

Dollars, yeah, a big amount

All these niggas passing by, going up

They don't even need to know what′s rap to be blowing up

Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account

Dollars, yeah, a big amount

All these niggas passing by, going up

They don′t even need to know what's rap to be blowing up

Guess I should be dropping lines like

Fuck them Gucci, Louis pants

I don′t give a fuck 'bout no stupid brands

Nigga got his own style from the motherland

Baby mama can′t stop with that cuddling

Work that coochie till it's red

That′s why she doesn't talk to her stupid man

Her belly full of my guys, now they're puddling

She ain′t even my type, bro, it′s troubling

Too much, I don't know how to stop (Come here)

New crush, damn, they all wanna fuck (Tommy)

Do a bunch, then I′m back on my stuff (Plotting)

Few of us, just a few for a spot (Coming)

Lord, I need some commas on my bank account

Dollars, yeah, a big amount

All these niggas passing by, going up

They don't even need to know what′s rap to be blowing up

Guess I should be dropping lines like commas on my bank account

Dollars, yeah, a big amount

All these niggas passing by, going up

They don't even need to know what′s rap to be blowing up

Guess I should be dropping lines like