[Verse 1: Gar Bear]

Uh, I can get money with my eyes closed
I'm the main event, can't get you into my shows (hah)
It's funny cuz I call it work
Riding round, getting money, cold glass of purp and
We going to school, trying to get some knowledge
Money off my mixtape can get you through college and
You know that shit is unnecessary
Started from the bottom and you know that's not hereditary (uh)
Cuz I'm a self made man
And I made millions you know why I have the plan to
Hold the throne and rep my PGE team
Rap game genius, underground king (uh)
Damn, it's just hard being the best you know? It's just this burden I got to live with

[Verse 2: Trigga Finger]

We the mixtape legends, jewel-case rookies
If you're slipping I'mma catch you like a hand in a cookie
Jar-jar like Phantom, Rolls-Royce Phantom
Shout out to Shaliya and all my girlies in Atlanta
I'm a certified baller with an amateur hustle
Spend a hundred mil it ain't nothing man I'm subtle
You don't worry about much when you got this kind of money
When you don't ask for change and you only carry hundeys
Ice so cold make them haters say burr
Life so reckless make your homies scream swerve (damn)
Ayo shout out to PHS girls
[Verse 3: Cole]

Uh, I'm C-O-L-E and I'm repping PG
Equipment studios
Chilling with all my bros
Sipping a little drank as Young Joe calls up the hoes
And this is Fancy Music
The fans, they bout to lose it
When I flow at the show
I hit the stage and I'm on a roll
And at the concert I'm likely
To go crazy like my boy Wylie
And I'm always repping Nike
Cuz baby I do it
So sit back and relax and enjoy this Fancy Music
Late night studio sessions
Record it, shoot it, then rep it
Drank got me feeling poetic
I got your honey undressing
Your girlie show me affection
The music is truly a blessing (uh...aye)

[Verse 4: Gar Bear]

(GO)
Throw 5k down in the club like it's nothing
Girls all around, baby let me show you something
Girl don't get offended if I leave and never call you
Cuz I'm busy with your friend, to make you happy it's just how I do
Damn, we go real hard
Popping champagne with your dream girl and your dream car
Cash flow stupid, merking all over my haters
Man, I try to spend my money but I'm a magnet to the paper
And (uh) make room for the best
I'm the king now bitch, treat me with respect
[Verse 5: Trigga Finger]

Tabacco, toboggans
My crew we be ballin
That pussy we pop it (swag)
Them heads, they be bobbing
Them heartbeats, they pumping
Them woofers, they thumping
Like we bout to drop it something
Here we come now, now we here
Like we started from the bottom now we here
Girlies start to smile soon as they hear
If you ain't wet yet, bitch you don't got ears
Cuz we roll up in that (?) with the (?) sign crest
And I always keep it dope with the Polo on my chest
I know you know that we the best
Cuz you heard it from the rest
Girl lets put your loyalty to the test

[Leroy Wells Sample]

See y'all don't want me to go to Holly-Wood
Cuz y'all know I'mma take over

[Verse 6: Cole]
Back in the beginning people said we wouldn't make it
But I'm flying over the world with your girl making her shake it
Then I take it over seas to the concert, to the crowd
And I make everything spiffy and we make the music loud
But it's not about the money and it's not about the cash flow
Not about the bitches and it's not about the bad hoes
It's not about the bottles and it's not about the cans
It's all about the music and it's all about the fans (aye...yeah)

[Leroy Wells Sample]

Can you dig it?!