You're not crazy, I want a bigger, yeah, yeah, yeah Bigger stack, spend it and get a whip back, back Spend it and get a whip back, back Spend it and do a check, yeah, yeah Nike and Dap, you know we got that sack In Paris with models, you can't call me YSL shades with umbrella, can't recognize it Yeah, my dad was selling it, just like Minajella Skater, say that I'm jealous, I kill him for my fellas I have to count those Germans, or I'll get stannis Yeah, you know I can't cap, my hoodie is too neat I let my dog catch you, run for that fella Yeah, of course I have to run, you're a fruit, I can peel you If you throw it back, I'ma catch it, baby Throw it back, I'ma catch it I don't like it when you me ratchet, babe Don't like it when you me ratchet I'm on a different wave, and I'm on a different flow So get out my way and get out my face Me, I am not your bro, no Me, I am not your G, like all of that fuckery Say they're on piss, but they never bout me These bitches don't want nothing but to fuck me But they never on piss when they bout me If you ain't dead, then it's luck This bitch asking if she can fuck me I ain't got time, give me ark You're not crazy, I want a bigger, yeah, yeah, yeah Bigger stack, spend it and get a whip back Spend it and get a whip back Spend it and get a check, yeah, yeah Nike and Dap, you know we got that sack I just suck me a pack, spend it and get it right back I'm on the floor, right back Saw a kilo, like pack Do everything that I do for my mom I'm on the floor, don't get hit with my gun I'm somebody's son, somebody's son I can't get nicked, always out on the run I can't get nicked on this trip I got a key and a brick, and I gotta make a flip Oh, then I'm hitting a lick, bang on metal, let it rip I'm getting kicked, but I'm warring Soon I'll be touring You got a drip, but I'm pouring Soon I'll be fly, I'll be soaring You're not crazy, I want a bigger, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, think of the stack Spend it and get a whip back Spend it and get a whip back Spend it and get a check, yeah, yeah Nike and Dap, you know we got that sack This batting feature, my girl Telling me my life's so risky Sound I'm mashed out, the whole place misty Tryna catch a red rum, no whiskey Going through brick walls, just like Casper Gunsmoke affecting my asthma If not, then a 28-inch, no plasma Hayabasa, like Jasper Only thing I'm tryna see is my G's prosper Take a look at the roster When I'm on the field, I'm Diego Costa In the box, I'm a boxer I'm a real hustler Now we at the same, my guy best get out my lane Now I'm Gucci, just without the men I'm shining without the chain