[Verse 1: Styles P]
If it ain't money and love, what would you search for?
The pussy is free but the work cost
We could give you all of the strains and give you all of the game
But you the dickhead gettin' jerked off
My gun gettin' hotter than yardi food with jerk sauce
He ain't a good man, why he shop at Bergdorf?
Kid on the whip, take a trip to see paradise
Come from a strip where it's lit, yeah, the barrel life
Live low in the cab like I'm Pablo using the satellite
Bandits go to war so everyday is battle life
My lil' n***a told me that green is the new white
Pray to God 'cause I seen what a demon could do twice
In the day it's yellow gold, in the evening it's blue ice
And we lightin' medicine 'cause n***as is flu-like
Two guns, two mics, where I'm movin' my two Nikes in
Any work I touch' I could move it in two nights
Yeah

[Chorus: Joe Ski]
I lived it up with my n***as and we got the pictures
It's speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches
I'm still the same lil' n***a was eatin' free lunches
Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches
Hear everybody say I'm on and I got it made
Man, I'm just tryna make sure that my family bills paid
They countin' pockets, they worried 'bout what I ran through
How can I concern myself with what another man do?
[Verse 2: Berner]
Rob me and I guarantee that the semi poppin'
I set up shop and I can get this off on any block
20 Spots plus I'm buyin' everybody's crop
My plug got a glass eye just like Fetty Wap
And I don't Diddy bop
In the club I city talk
I got the drunk white bitches pullin' titties out
Long flights, hard white ain't get me rich enough
I'm hard-headed, yeah, I couldn't get it quick enough
I'm from a city where they'll kill you if you live it up
You could tell what I'm smokin' when I lit it up
No mask, broad day, they'll make you give it up
20 Mil in the back of a pick-up truck
6 phones, big homes, still clip clones
Get stoned, buy a pound, burn it 'til it's gone
Good vibes, good times, yeah, I'm really on
Wake up in the mornin', piss Perignon

[Chorus: Joe Ski]
I lived it up with my n***as and we got the pictures
It's speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches
I'm still the same lil' n***a was eatin' free lunches
Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches
Hear everybody say I'm on and I got it made
Man, I'm just tryna make sure that my family bills paid
They countin' pockets, they worried 'bout what I ran through
How can I concern myself with what another man do?
[Verse 3: Dave East]
I consider myself amongst the elite, think 'fore I speak
Feds on 'em, spent the month on the creep, gun in his sneaks
Deuce deuce style
Move wild, new gun, new trial
I came up on a few vials, butter pieces like boo-yeow
Two-door, coupé style
All your statements was legible
Indictments get frightenin', get nervous, you heard it's federal
First class, I push a button my seat a bed now
In the clouds thinkin' 'bout homies, most of 'em dead now
I hardly stress, used to spend the night on the stoop smack
When Stella got her groove back, Leezy gave me a blue flag, wrong
You chose to be broke, what made you choose that?
Netflix with my next bitch, guess Orange is the New Black
Hammers like ID, we keep 'em
Brought the Phantom to the beacon
Since Tim Duncan was a demon deacon, I done seen the precinct
Father did fed time, missed a lot of my bedtimes
Karl Lagerfeld on that Fendi
Fur by the neckline

[Chorus: Joe Ski]
I lived it up with my n***as and we got the pictures
It's speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches
I'm still the same lil' n***a was eatin' free lunches
Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches
Hear everybody say I'm on and I got it made
Man, I'm just tryna make sure that my family bills paid
They countin' pockets, they worried 'bout what I ran through
How can I concern myself with what another man do?