Yeah…
Shipping Krushel on it
(Let’s go!)
[Chorus – x2 | Earworm Hook Style]
I’m in the hood, gettin’ my cake up
Money on my mind, you can tell by the Rollie
Throwin’ up the set when I shake up
Stayin’ get bread, I’m no baker
Gettin’ cash (cash), gettin’ doe (doe)
I love money, I love my cash flow
Poppin’ bottles, get hoes—
You already know, these hoes just chose!
Yeah I’m cold, gettin’ money, now my wrist froze
You know, you know, yeah you already told
I’m dat n***a, got the game, never sell soul
I’m a real one, flippin’ paper, stay in control
[Verse 1 – YoungBoy energy, fast + gritty]
Still got last week’s cash in the stash
I flip it, I double it, then do the dash
Take yo b***h down, asthma attack
She gaspin’ for me while I’m countin’ this stack
She know I’m vicious, I’m so nutritious
With my game, mane—ain’t superstitious
Chain like a lake, wrist so malicious
I stay with digits, ain’t got no glitches
Real street ambition, soul never sold
From the gutter but I shine like I’m dipped in gold
Dirty to clean, now my bank on swole
Got the trap in control, every product get sold
[Chorus – x2 | With minor vocal melody switch-up second time]
I’m in the hood, gettin’ my cake up
Money on my mind, you can tell by the Rollie
Throwin’ up the set when I shake up
Stayin’ get bread, I’m no hater
Gettin’ cash (cash), gettin’ doe (doe)
I love money, I love my cash flow
Poppin’ bottles, get hoes—
You already know, these hoes just chose!
Yeah I’m cold, gettin’ money, now my wrist froze
You know, you know, yeah you already told
I’m dat n***a, got the game, never sell soul
I’m a real one, flippin’ paper, stay in control
[Verse 2 – Gates-style wisdom + Finesse2Tymes-style flex]
AMG kit with the carbon lip
I pull up smooth with a gangsta limp
You think you ballin’? That’s lil boy s**t
My money tall and it came off trapping
My dough feed family, I grind for peace
Momma rest easy, your son got the keys
Got two Caprices and a Benz on lease
Now I’m sittin’ on racks like I never knew grief
Remember them nights when the lights went off?
Now it’s diamonds hittin’ when the ice set off
Been thru pain, but I never fell off
Prayed to the Lord and I took tha f**k off
Still ridin’ clean in a Monte Carlo
Lookin’ like I just won a NASCAR show
Corvette gleamin’, that’s full metallic
You can’t fake hustle—this s**t organic
[Final Chorus – x2 | With emphasis, drops, ad-libs]
I’m in the hood, gettin’ my cake up (Cake up!)
Money on my mind, you can tell by the Rollie
(Shine!)
Throwin’ up the set when I shake up (Gee!)
Stayin’ get bread, I’m no baker (No baker!)
Gettin’ cash (cash), gettin’ doe (doe)
I love money, I love my cash flow
Poppin’ bottles, get hoes—
You already know, these hoes just chose!
Yeah I’m cold, gettin’ money, now my wrist froze
You know, you know, yeah you already told
I’m dat n***a, got the game, never sell soul
I’m a real one, flippin’ paper, stay in control
