Not A Crumb

Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah

Sorry for the Wraith I pulled up laced
Dressed really fresh I don't do release dates
If I want it right now nigga I don't wait
Money to the sky, hoe I don't play
And I couldn't see it going any other way, let us pray
That we continue touching money put enough away
Flipping through the menu so much shit in my driveway
Balling like I sold out, I sold out but I did it my way
Broke it down like a brick, what I did for sure
Split it up amongst the fam now we all spending dough
Bitch I'm the score, served and spent a stack on the gold roll
Fuck a solid gold kilo

Celebrate every night the money come
You see we party every night we always hustling
My nigga you were sleeping when we turn the oven on
So when we cut the cake don't you be expecting nothing not a crumb

Pink diamonds in the Rolex
Rosé Champagne all my hunnits blue
They ask a nigga if I gang bang I maneuver coupes in the fast lane
Roll through what I run through and then you be the man
Staying in the house ruth in the ceiling fan
I had it all Mac calls, Mac calls
Process of the come up, had a few drawbacks
Small thing to a giant
My whole crew shining we ain't even gotta tell you where we show you 'bout it
Little boy we making bumper cars out them Maseratis
My new machine making 'em nervous
They don't know what to do around me
Them bitches flirting, them niggas watching

Celebrate every night the money come
You see we party every night we always hustling
And nigga you were sleeping when we turn the oven on
So when we cut the cake don't you be expecting nothing not a crumb