[Intro]
(Butla)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Thank the Lord that I made it out the streets
Now It's P1's in my Henny, fucking squeeze
I was down bad, I was down on my knees
Till I caught a blessin' like a mother fuckin' sneeze
Ain't no rebel, but I still been chasing cheese
Got on Gucci and I'm tryna stack them G's
Runnin' through the money, yeah I'm countin' till I'm sleep
Stackin' I flew hundreds all on my mother fuckin' sink

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I don't know, but I'ma go get me some money (Money)
Wrap that money up then it get old, like a mummy (Mummy)
Baby pussy wet, she drippin' water like Dasani (Dasani)
Diamonds came from Eli', these are not King Johnny (Nope)
Give me that Canary yeah, make my shit look sunny (Sunny)
I like these shoes from Belly, but I need no love from London (London)
I just came back from London, the piloting was star (Star)
You pretty bitches kissin', kissin, we had a Minaj (Minaj)
My bro walked in and saw it
This shit not no facade
We ain't got time to conversate, we count up then they gone
Look up, we livin' large, used to trap at the garage
Till my n***a pushed record, watched me do my fuckin' bars (Bars)
Pull up in a Lamborghini, lift up off the doors (Off the doors)
European whoops, but we like to call them toys (Skrrt)
N***a really we them boys, really we them boys (Boys)
Fuckin' all these hoes, pullin' off on horses
[Chorus: Gunna]
Thank the Lord that I made it out the streets
Now It's P1's in my Henny, fucking squeeze
I was down bad, I was down on my knees
Till I caught a blessin' like a mother fuckin' sneeze
Ain't no rebel, but I still been chasing cheese
Got on Gucci and I'm tryna stack them G's
Runnin' through the money, yeah I'm countin' till I'm sleep
Stackin' I flew hundreds all on my mother fuckin' sink

[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Yeah I'm always up to something, something up my sleeve (I'm up)
When I was down to my dick, I got on my knees (Down to my knees)
I pray to God and I told he should pray for me (I pray to God)
Then I waited all my chances, I waited patiently (I waited, waited, waited)
Now a n***a having money and a n***a ruthless (I'm havin' money)
All these diamonds on me, n***a laughing at me ruthless
I hang where the pop star fans and groupies
When we get tired of the rap, we goin' onto movies (True story)
How much is they worth?
We got them all clueless (Clueless)
If you think we goin' back broke, then you stupid (Millions)
These n***as some peasants (Peasants)
Remind me they're ruthless (Ruthless)
Ridin' down the Hollywood Boulevard, ruthless
Yeah, I know they never really seen me comin' (They never seen me comin')
Yeah, I know they never really seen me comin'
And they ain't want me to have the money
They ain't want me to have this shit, n***a, I know they ain't want-
Huh? Esketit!
[Chorus: Gunna & Jose Guapo]
Thank the Lord that I made it out the streets (Uh-huh, Gunna)
Now It's P1's in my Henny, fucking squeeze (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I was down bad, I was down on my knees
Till I caught a blessin' like a mother fuckin' sneeze
Ain't no rebel, but I still been chasing cheese
Got on Gucci and I'm tryna stack them G's
Runnin' through the money, yeah I'm countin' till I'm sleep
Stackin' I flew hundreds all on my mother fuckin' sink

[Outro: Gunna]
-all on my mother fuckin' sink
Stackin' I flew hundreds all on my mother fuckin' sink