[Intro] The day you decide to get you some money Nigga fuck your friends Ain't no friends we ain't even on that All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies Point me to the money Point me to the money Business, big business Maybach business If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you
[Hook] You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed My brother caught a L and I still write him every month He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk I wonder why, I wonder why I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why I wanna shine just like the summertime They say them folk gave him a heap of time
[Verse 1] Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock Nineteen, living like a fucking rap star Watching from my point you thought it was a fucking film One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims Curly-headed bitches, tall and they slim They know him as the myth but see I know it's him Never testify, I seen it in his eye Attempted murder on his life in that 360, ah With my two eyes Two different pistols One with registered and one to get your issue I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized
[Hook]
[Bridge] Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Stand your ground, stand your ground Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground
[Verse 2] Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise I could see a hustler in my son's eyes I never knew that money bring so many enemies Dreams come true, they dream of killing me But it's fuck 'em and I feed 'em fish Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Outro: Rachel Jeantel] (Okay, they're having trouble hearing you, so take your time) Creepy-ass cracka And then he said [bleep] (And he's still following him?) Yes...