I know what this game smells like, 'cause I spray myself with YSL
She doesn't know what trap is, but she recognizes me from somewhere
There's cash on the street, I just have to bend down
Now everyone's a big brother, since we've got food to eat
Now everyone's a big brother, no more new buddies
No more new buddies, no more new buddies
Now everyone's a big brother, no more new buddies
No more new buddies, no more new buddies
Today I feel like the fourth Migo
Although I don't wear that Valentino
And for months now I've been chugging wine again
And for weeks now ladies have been texting me
For a few grand I give them fire
Although I'm in a scarf, I'm no hooligan
I take what I want, I waited to rap this for myself
But only those who make progress at the sight of it get the cash
And don't sit on their *ss like Buddha
F*ck, I'm not the son of a legend like Willow
But I'll be a legend like Wu-Tang
Top shelf, not a supermarket, don't rest on your laurels, bro
If you sit on the sidelines you get tin, I'm taking the gold
I know what this game smells like, 'cause I spray myself with YSL
She doesn't know what trap is, but she recognizes me from somewhere
There's cash on the street, I just have to bend down
Now everyone's a big brother, since we've got food to eat
Now everyone's a big brother, no more new buddies
No more new buddies, no more new buddies
Now everyone's a big brother, no more new buddies
No more new buddies, no more new buddies
No, no, I don't want new buddies, or old b*tches
I hate people, so I have a small ride
Two ones and h*es want to get naked
Two ones before everything except my name
I'm making cash, so I don't have time to beef
I'm making cash, so I don't have time to wish ill
They tell me they love me, every one of them wants me
No, no, in my heart there's only family and gang, gang
I know what this game smells like, 'cause I spray myself with YSL
She doesn't know what trap is, but she recognizes me from somewhere
There's cash on the street, I just have to bend down
Now everyone's a big brother, since we've got food to eat
Now everyone's a big brother, no more new buddies
No more new buddies, no more new buddies
Now everyone's a big brother, no more new buddies
No more new buddies, no more new buddies
We don't know each other, so why are you sending me invites
2115 and suddenly you want me to come to the party
Thanks a lot, that's nice, but I don't go to brothels
Don't stick those ones in your nickname, 'cause I don't know you
I smell of foreign cologne, your hostility just stinks
Big shout out to the real ones, heart for the homies, not for some p*ssy
Heart for the homies, not for some p*ssy, motherf*ckers talk sh*t
You'll do a lot for the ones, my army are old vets
I know what this game smells like, 'cause I spray myself with YSL
She doesn't know what trap is, but she recognizes me from somewhere
There's cash on the street, I just have to bend down
Now everyone's a big brother, since we've got food to eat
Now everyone's a big brother, no more new buddies
No more new buddies, no more new buddies
Now everyone's a big brother, no more new buddies
No more new buddies, no more new buddies