[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola]

Back then woulda blown it

Now a nigga gettin' to it

My niggas gettin' to it

Now I know what I'm doing

Stay clean, ride forward

Big dreams for them mils

Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin' hills

You don't know where I been

You don't know what I felt

My heart so cold

I just pray it don't melt

Everything makes sense

Everything gon' count

Big money on me

Every day I count

Every day I shine, on my grind all the time

Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time

But this shit done paid off

Cause we come from the block and we was movin' that soft

Now we in the studio lyin' them bars

Watchin' from the knockers, keep switching them cars

Pockets real heavy, blowin' bands at the mall

This an LV polo, ain't no Hugo Boss



[Verse 1: YBS Skola]

No no, no no

But I got the city in a chokehold

Ballin' hard on ‘em like I'm John Wall

I used to be small as an eight ball

Now I'm heavy as a motherfuckin' Chevy

Check out the diamonds blingin' in the prezy

Thirty thou on the chain, boy it's heavy

YBS, yeah we the best campaign

We poppin' champagne, feelin' like ball players

I got a whole lot of bad ones, they on me

And ain't another nigga doin' what I'm doin' B

I'm droppin' single after single like Pringles

I'm rockin' all this Italian on a daily basis

You niggas gon' have to face it

The kids love me but I swear I ain't a role model

I'm in the club sippin' hard out the gold bottle

Wooh, Rollie on my wrist, gold on my chain

I ain't lyin' man, gold Cartier, I wear ‘em everywhere

I see these haters real clear, got clear vision

You ain't seein' what I'm seein', you ain't doin' what I'm doin'

You ain't goin' where I'm going

Bet you next year me and my niggas gon' be touring



[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola]

Back then woulda blown it

Now a nigga gettin' to it

My niggas gettin' to it

Now I know what I'm doing

Stay clean, ride forward

Big dreams for them mils

Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin' hills

You don't know where I been

You don't know what I felt

My heart so cold

I just pray it don't melt

Everything makes sense

Everything gon' count

Big money on me

Every day I count

Every day I shine, on my grind all the time

Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time

But this shit done paid off

Cause we come from the block and we was movin' that soft

Now we in the studio lyin' them bars

Watchin' from the knockers, keep switching them cars

Pockets real heavy, blowin' bands at the mall

This an LV polo, ain't no Hugo Boss



[Verse 2: Nic Breed]

This the time for the Shinners

Nic Breed, Y Skola

Lil Zack takeover, we don't need no help

Yeah we did it our self

Yeah them niggas gon' hate

Put the guns in their mouth

Keep a gun on my hip on this thousand dollar belt

Yeah I beat the pussy in and then I throw the fish out

If it ain't about money I don't know what that's about

I impress full attention, I hype up the clout

I'm just all about money, do you know what that's about?

I'm just all about money, man I gotta keep it real

Motivate a lot of others, they can feel me in the field

Say I'm speaking for the trenches, I'm just speaking independence

I was only one who did it, ain't nobody else gon' get it

I ain't even gon' ask, came up, not last

Came up kinda fast, I can see they gettin' mad

I can see me rich dab, I can see me looking back

I can't see me looking bad, I can't see me looking bad

Gotta make the money, gotta make it out the trap

I made the money, turned myself into a chap

Italia, Italian, we all they looking at

We all they looking at

Italia, Italian, we all they looking at

I made the money, turned myself into a chap

Gotta make the money, gotta make it out the trap nigga

Gotta make it out the trap nigga



[Chorus: Nic Breed & YBS Skola]

Back then woulda blown it

Now a nigga gettin' to it

My niggas gettin' to it

Now I know what I'm doing

Stay clean, ride forward

Big dreams for them mils

Put my mama in a house on the motherfuckin' hills

You don't know where I been

You don't know what I felt

My heart so cold

I just pray it don't melt

Everything makes sense

Everything gon' count

Big money on me

Every day I count

Every day I shine, on my grind all the time

Yeah it took a lil time, yeah it took a lil time

But this shit done paid off

Cause we come from the block and we was movin' that soft

Now we in the studio lyin' them bars

Watchin' from the knockers, keep switching them cars

Pockets real heavy, blowin' bands at the mall

This an LV polo, ain't no Hugo Boss