[Intro]
Oh yea, oh yea (x6)

[Verse 1]
Going ghost nigga put me on the Snapchat
Got goals nigga tryina make rap stacks
Since Ye had pink polos & the backup
Head been lost & I cant Google Map back
Cause my Sprint phone runs too slow
Yea I know it's ironic but it ain't no joke
& I can't upgrade cause the bank look bleak
But we gon get paid nigga please don't tweek, tell em

[Hook]
Don't don't don't, don't tweak
Don't don't don't, don't tweak
Don’t ever think it’s sweet
You know I got that heat
Tell em we gon stack it up
Like we don’t give no fuck
Aye if they doubtin us
Then tell em back it up

Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t tweak on me (4x)
You know I got that heat
Don’t ever think it’s sweet

[Verse 2]
How a young kid on the south side gon sleep
When my school closed & my mayor wont see me
Well I just FaceTimed with Jesus
He say they might not believe in us
But don’t frostbite don’t freeze up
Just go get yo g’s up
Ramen cooking on the kitchen stove
side of toast, never dinner rolls
Young college kid with a lot of loans
And a fam at home with no power on
Like gifs tryina make the picture shift
Got plenty hustle thats a family trait
I been moving green i been driving lyft
Cause these skinny pockets can’t hold weight
And I know that money cant control fate
But it’s Superman when them bills late
So I swoop the van & I scoop my mans
And we writing jams til our hands break
& we plotting plans til our heads quake
Have a aneurysm for the fam sake
I’ma write a rhythm to a better life
Just wait til I get my money right

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Ima spit something, they gon go dumb
When I stroke the pen, bet that money come
Ima spit sumn bet they gon go dumb
When I stroke the pen, bet that money come
Bet that money come
Bet they go dumb
Ima spit something, they gon go dumb
When I stroke the pen, bet that money come

[Outro]
Oh yea, oh yea (x6)