Intro:
F#mG
That ball, nigga
Call up the driver, fill up the black truck
Chorus:
F#m
Call up the driver, fill up the black truck
G
We got whatever you need, nigga, come and shop with us
F#m
Every time we in the club, we got money on the floor
G
LV to the ground, on that take a nigga ho
F#m
ʼFore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke
G
Walk in the spot, now shit everywhere like some hay
F#m
Take too long to sell ʼem, shit start turninʼ brown
G
Youngest Boss, trap nigga, white tee with the Thom Browne
Verse:
F#m
Nigga, Iʼll bet the whole— ainʼt gonʼ even see it (See)
G
Too much money, left the money counter, so l guess I gotta weigh it
F#m
Sometimes shit fast, sometimes slow
G
We just left the truck stop, kinda nervous, ainʼt on no date though
Told bro to watch his speed, gotta get them things home safe (Safe)
In that mode, only time I change clothes when I change states
Feel like the people on you, nigga, better pray
Got no ego problem, put up the jewelry we in L.A
LV Advisor, know me well, nigga, LV Don
Told bro quit playinʼ, right number, we gonʼ move a ton
I know Iʼm a top-five seller ʼround the major Plex (6)
Summertime on the way, you can catch us on the yachts and jets
Laws hit the spot yesterday, but we still posted
Dope good, lotta traffic, gotta know how to control it
Shit you brag about, used to it, wonʼt even post it
Gotta pay the neighbors on the street when your shit rollinʼ
Where I wanna sleep at tonight, got ʼbout four spots
Fives, tens and twenties, nigga, thatʼs a D-boy knot
RIP Nip, nigga, Iʼm thinkinʼ ʼbout the long run
Keep grindinʼ, you ainʼt where you wanna be, this shit a marathon
I was twenty-one, nigga, when I did the Audemars
Bitches screaminʼ, "Oh my God, there he go," guess Iʼm a superstar
Eight month run, nigga ran that bag up super far
See that Z tatted on her, nigga, Zillionaireʼs is what we are
Doe was last seen in the hood in a supercar
Young nigga tryna get it, had the grams in a glass jar
Tryna see that money add up, stay out the bar
In some fast shit, hit the gas, all you hear is roar
Chorus:
Call up the driver, fill up the black truck
We got whatever you need, nigga, come and shop with us
Every time we in the club, we got money on the floor
LV to the ground, on that take a nigga ho
ʼFore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke
Walk in the spot, now shit everywhere like some hay
Take too long to sell ʼem, shit start turninʼ brown
Youngest Boss, trap nigga, white tee with the Thom Browne
(With the Thom Browne)
Outro:
Youngest Boss, nigga
ʼFore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke
Summertime on the way, catch us on the yachts and jets
Nigga, canʼt be fucked with, nigga, what you wanna bet
