[Verse 1: Quilly]



Rappin' like I'm trappin', it's gon' only make me richer

Loadin' up the 30 and I give it to my hitter

Funny how I'm winnin, I was losin' like the 6ers

People prayin' that I give up but I never been a quitter

Benji; my nigga, bank teller; my nigga

In Saks Fifth, doin' the money dance cuz my bankroll a lil thicker

Benz 600 but the shooters in a sprinter

I already fucked the summer up, now I'm ready for the winter

Streets cold, need to keep me warm; chinchilla

Fiends walkin' to me like the Zombies that's in "Thriller"

Everybody got a shooter but who really got a killa?

Couple rappers doin' big, I'm just here to do it bigger

Dam!



[Hook: Quilly]



Fuck swag, I rather be wavy

Fuck the love, I'd rather you hate me

Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows

Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!



[Verse 2: Quilly]



25 for a verse, name a rapper that can see me

Wire me the money, you won't even get to meet me

Funny how I'm wavy, they ain't like me, I was peasy

Now I'm fresh up out of jail, my time was shorter than C-Breezy

Got the streets on lock, I ain't givin' up the combo

Rittenhouse Square, lookin' down from the condo

Hatin' niggas' ain't wanna see me home like LeBron tho

Lookin' at my presidential, finally my time hoe

In the county trappin', Quilly really rappin'

Fuckin' up the mike, I'm talkin' Tyson, Jordan, Jackson

Just was lookin' at a 4-8, how did all this happen?

Switchin' up my gears and I did it in a year, dam!



[Hook: Quilly]



Fuck swag, I rather be wavy

Fuck the love, I'd rather you hate me

Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows

Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!



[Verse 3: Quilly]



Get up out the hood, I can see me now

What did all that hatin get you? I'm on tv now

Pull up on my enemies just to see em down

Pull up on my old hoes just to see em frown

Get it out the trap, watch them things float

Get it off track; Usain Bolt

I ain't jumpin' ship, this the same boat

Moncler for the winter; watch me change coats

Everybody won't make it, I might change friends

Still got the same focus, never change plans

A 100 hitters on "go" and they're all official

Just a young hood nigga wit some rich issues, oh!



[Hook: Quilly]



Fuck swag, I rather be wavy

Fuck the love, I'd rather you hate me

Ball wit my niggas' right after my shows

Cars, clothes, rose gold, whoa, whoa, whoa!