The Greatest (feat. Hotline Grizz, Big Pe$o & J-Milly Millz)

I got money on my mind yea you know I'm focus I gotta duece inside my Faygo bitch it got me floatin' Niggas dissin' on the gram we always catch em loathing Put my all into theses raps yea I know I'm chosen Can't be loving thotty I know she's a goer Every time I leave the house I can't forget my blower She just came and top me off but I don't even know her Swear we came up from the bottom I use sleep on the floor Counting up these racks trynna make em touch the ceiling You better go and get a bag and get up out your feelings Yea f*ck a 100 racks I'm trynna touch a million Yea I know smell like pressure when I walk in the building Shootin' for the stars got three jobs so I be workin' yeah Bouta cop a stick cause these f*ck niggas be lurkin' yeah And I am not alone ma bitch pull up wit a Birkin yeah Cut some niggas off from the neck but ain't no surgeon yeah I pull up in a a white foreign Trappin' I'm up till the mornin' Gettin' to it niggas sleep The gang bouta eat while you niggas be snorin' Plottin' just ta drop a couple bands on my fam cause bitch they deserve it Got in the booth and I stop being nervous Monitor work I'm doin for a purpose Out wit the gang and bitches can't ignore I came from the bottom I came from the floor My wifey so bad she be dressed in Dior Ain't chasin' this cup cause all I do it pour We bouta win yeah Under dogs from a beater now we pullin' up in a Benz yeah Straight out the projects with all of my niggas and we bouta spin yeah Spin the block check my mirrors fore' I turn Somethin' like a phoenix bitch you that We gon' burn Never worry bout how much money that I earn None of y'all concern Sorry if I'm slurrin' it's cuz that dirty's in the mix I could chef it up like Curry in the finals game 6 Why they hatin' on the kid I think I know it's cuz I'm rich 40 on me that's my blower I ain't talkin bout ya bitch Run ya shit pussy