[Intro]
Damn E this a classic

[Verse]
Reach in yo pocket, ain't a dollar in that bitch
You tryna prove you gettin money but you down on yo dick
Prolly cuz you gettin high with every dollar that you get
Need to chill the fuck out, lil boy you ain't rich
Yea i see you on instagram, in yo lil whip
A month later see him riding passenger with his bitch
Couldn't keep up with yo card no hu? n***a
But this shit was only two fifty a month n***a
Out a three-five how you make seven blunts n***a?
Every other day you asking dude for a front n***a
Just cuz it came in that pack don't mean it's runtz n***a
Droppin checks and gettin iphone's all at once n***a
Before the bitch was fucking with me she was basic
You let the hoes get into yo head now you hating
Turnt that lil bitch from a zero to amazing
Luckily that n***a had God with him when I grazed him
Yeah that's yo bitch, but she dick suckin me
That n***a think he doin something, he got his first designer sneaks
On top of that, yea i see he got his first designer tee
But he ain't complete the fit, he got on 50 dollar jeans
Yea I see a double cup, but he sippin on green
Dog just wanna be cool cuz he see other n***a's drinking lean
We spendin thousands on this shit, it ain't what it seems
You shoulda stayed in high school played football and chased yo dreams
Cup got me thinking n***a's wanna be some bitches
Po'd up in the club like a bunch of women
Popped a perc, flip the scene leave his fate end up missing
Spin around the block again just in case I leave a witness
Give me all five twelves, I don't want two fifty sixes
Bitch leave yo two cents to yoself, cuz I won't listen
Coulda went and scooped a dub in the morning I was slipping
Every time I walk in metro with a bag they know I'm flipping
(So Good)