Intro: Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it verse 1 One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico Was a starter, something good Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood Yeah, just rolling that dank up Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us Niggas ain't never did fly with us Bitch my clique notorious Bet you can't come close to this I sit in the back of the whip like this Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish scale I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me I'm takin' this personal nigga like Monica I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time And I'm in Chanel and Prada Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it verse 2 You in them cuts 'cause that's your hiding ritual You at your grandma house, you posted up You put that chopper on IG You ready to let it go to make 'em how to believe it You hit your block an' get in it You hit that block an' get in it You used to glorify this life, nigga Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga You see how niggas think about you? Now, you layin' on the pavement Nigga, bleedin' from your backside 'Boutta take a long vacation Pour out Hennessey for you Pour some Hennessey for you I know that's your favourite drink, nigga (I know that's your favourite drink) Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it