Intro: Yeah, it’s a Young Groovy and I’m tell My new shit, young nigga how it feel Haters spend breath, they can't feel it Crazy flow kill ‘em, only I can tell
Hook: Bitch, if you know, tell me how it feel Tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel How it feel, How it feel, How it feel, How it feel. If you know, tell me how it feel Tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel How it feel, How it feel, How it feel, How it feel.
Verse: Big money on my mind. We do a daily grind. Our hearts in this shit, so fine Hopes died in this shit, shine light. Yeah, bitch I’m not a star. Yeah, I’m a driving foreign cars. But, I’m a face of art, be up to the mark. Money burned, ashes on the air, ray of sparks. I’m a spended so much money for these clothes All doors of clothing stores closed. Hurricane doing, hurricane music keep your float 200 on the dash, but my moving slow. But my moving slow. Dirty sprite in my cup, Shawty like a purple drank. Hyped tracks, skills grow up, money in the bank. I dropped lil’ cash, sorry, oh, I never tell it Foreign bitches feel with me and tell you how it feel.
Hook: Bitch, if you know, tell me how it feel Tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel How it feel, How it feel, How it feel, How it feel. If you know, tell me how it feel Tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel, tell me how it feel How it feel, How it feel, How it feel, How it feel.
Outro: Take all the money and run with it Fuck all the rules and run with it Steal all the clothes and run with it Took all same shit, go to round one. Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, Hold up!