Chorus: J. Molley
Run his pockets take his weed like a narco
I am god gifted and I am in god mode
Lighting rockets smoke alone I don’t pass hoe
Only come out in the night like it’s dark mode
Finger on the trigger looking for meal tickets
Mere digits don’t do enough I need 6 figures
6 bitches switch up em like i rolled 6 swishers

Verse 1: J. Molley
Gun on your neck fuck a fist fight
Run up a check up on a bitch like
Nike on my feet feel like I’m Mike
Fly out next week feel like I might
Whole entourage is dripping in designer
She like the finer things I like them finer
Fire up blunt and get higher than gaia
Just ran up 10 000 to sip on a rider

Verse 2: Ka$h CPT
Trap like an addict
Add it get the packages
Wreck it
I make em pay for all the damages
Started and got it
I can't fuck with ametueurs
Ouhh
Mentions got ghosts its hard to find who talk
If the talk is cheap why you niggas talk a lot?
If they talk to me
They know it involve a cost
Ouhhh
Built on the low for money I'm a fiend
Eco like yeah I puff but bring the beef
It get dark yeah
Know it get rough but be the breeze
Yuh
Patience and practice
Practice paper last
I ain't chasing the duffel
Bitch I am the bag
Over board and I'm moving broader that's a stack

Verse 3: J. Molley
We ain’t like them they won’t ever last
Fear of god on me this 30 bands
Bitch I’m with Ka$h and we making cash
40 on me cause I Earned it I splurge it and dash
Posted in 21st century palaces
Fucking on actresses dozing off activist
When you get money you can help but act like this

Chorus: J. Molley
Run his pockets take his weed like a narco
I am god gifted and I am in god mode
Lighting rockets smoke alone I don’t pass hoe
Only come out in the night like it’s dark mode
Finger on the trigger looking for meal tickets
Mere digits don’t do enough I need 6 figures
6 bitches switch up em like i rolled 6 swishers