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When they talk about me, it doesn't bother me but I feel curious
To know why they talk so much
Even family members are consulting behind my back
I'm confused, I don't owe them anything

I chase money, never women, they come on their own
Because they already know who's who
Here you have to work, to earn bills is my mentality to help the family
And even at a very young age
I know I will achieve it
And it's just a matter of waiting
The stakes will come
To ease my dad's burden
Also my mom's
Buy what I've wanted until there's extra to give

Don't ask me for favors because
They're family who came close when I succeeded
You never helped me and now you want to get involved
Keep your distance, I'm doing fine

I don't want falsehoods
If you didn't pull before
Don't come close now that there's money
If I didn't need it before
Now I need it even less, I'm a hundred percent on my line making money

Don't waste my time, it's money
Tell me to do something and I'll do it
And I mean it
We have plenty of originality here in hard money
We're in the process
Not fooling around

Name another person in my city who's making noise
Name another person in my city who they've heard of
I was born in Yuba City, Cali
I grew up in the countryside
Before music, construction was my job
Also in the fil on the track for a few years
Now I'm doing something more than well paid
And I like to spend money on expensive clothes, I don't go out
Showing off that stack and you think you have something
Skinny but my pockets are bursting
You're not on my level, stop bothering
If they're by my side, they have talent in something
Like fearing flight because I'm always flying
Like stopping counting if the bank is at home
Like behaving well
It's hard to be a saint

If I know very well what I gave everything to get here, also a lot of devastation
And obstacles I went through
Many crazy experiences, things I won't forget
Silencing envious mouths, pure hateful people
Who want to stop me talking against me
I act deaf and it doesn't bother me
Keep doing your things
I keep producing money making more tracks

You think it's in my mind but only bills fit
Green thoughts, turned blue
I like to smoke until I feel in the clouds
Counting bills because it became a habit
Don't offer me coke because that's not for me
Syrup and weed, the only things consumed here
I'm a dirty kid stuck in the mud
And I like to spend money on fresh clothes, Burberry
Fresh all the time
You heard of me
Even if you don't believe it
You'll remember me
Maybe my brand is music, I do it
For those who understand and those who understand why it continues like this