Money fold, hot or cold, I got the soul

Reppin' shows, got the clothes, got the gold

So in control, 'cause I could go for twenty-four

And still hit you with a funky flow, like, here we go

And that's how it goes, I never pose, stay on my toes

Suckers know that if they want it, I could give 'em smoke

Came from the roaches, stay ferocious, keep my focus

Think you got me? Homie, you must be jokin'

I got rhymes that flip the beat (Flip the beat)

I got rhymes that spit the heat (Spit the heat)

I got rhymes that'll make you weak (Make you weak)

I got rhymes that spit for weeks (Spit for weeks)

Can't say nothin' 'bout it, 'cause I'm livin' it

And you know that I stay wit' it, it's the ultimate

Any category, don't you worry, you can give it to me

Tell your story and I'll write it, it'll be a movie

I could get 'em, hit 'em, spit 'em, flip 'em

Haters get to dippin', now they missin'

Put the beat in submission

Got my mission and vision, I ain't never trippin'

Runnin' circles around 'em, I'm never slippin'

I got rhymes that flip the beat (Flip the beat)

I got rhymes that spit the heat (Spit the heat)

I got rhymes that'll make you weak (Make you weak)

I got rhymes that spit for weeks (Spit for weeks)

Breathe in, breathe out

I bring 'em things, then I bring 'em out

We breakin' the bank then we clear it out

That drip that I got, I can clear a drought

Back and I'm bringin' 'em more

With your bitch, I been bringin' her back and forth

We can never go back and forth

Just know I got racks, of course

Came in with the bag

Got all of these haters big mad

Got all of these bitches attached

Said that he richer, but I just laughed

I'm really the one, never the two

Can't find one as cold as you

Really been out here just doin' it, fool

Like, don't even ask what I do

It's a sin

I been out here breakin' hearts again

Never miss, I'm only for the win

What you need? Just tell me what you need

I'm as high as giraffe nuts

I brought my shooters with me, and they strapped up

It's me and all of my dawgs, and we packed up

We in the same outfit, call us Back Up

You know we stay fresh, better back up

I'm still waitin' for you to get your racks up

I'm with the cash, the bank teller

I'll tell you what, I'ma bank tell her

The whip just landed, I'ma take off

You see all this cash, I'm a bank boss

Said you better than me, but we all know

I know you know the real, but you act slow

We been gettin' to it, gettin' big dough

See it all in my account, big mo'

I been gettin' to it with the same bros

Tell me what you need, but it's a sin

It's a sin

I been out here breakin' hearts again

Never miss, I'm only for the win

What you need? Just tell me what you need