I'm back up in this bitch
Like I went to my car or summ
These niggas all on my back
Like don't you ever get tired of frontin'?
These hoes all on my sack
But fuck that I ain't tryna cuff 'em
No time for lovin', I be tryna plug 'em
And these hoes come a dime a dozen
Pay no mind to they're nonsense
Money clouding my conscience
Round tables with bosses
Talking billion dollars in profits, look!
I'm working hard for whats mine
There a fire burning my eyes
And I'm progressing so fast
Like theres a turbo charge in my drive
You see my top back, and my tank full
Success in my GPS, got the composite in my CD deck
With my classy chick, and she speaking french
Spoiled Green is how we keep it fresh
If you ain't heard, my team the best
Cause the hustle's so official
It's all I've known since I was little, uh!
My pops introduced me to a taste of wealth
And he's a motherfuckin boss, man he pays himself
He said look at all the things you can make yourself
If you really want it, go and get it. never wait for help
So i'm bout to take the belt from right under y'all noses
Cause I've been on my job while y'all been instragramming and posing
Got that God flow, I'm so chosen
And if money talks, I'm well spoken
Matter fact there's money on my line
I'll call you back in the mornin', gone!
*Kaysie Q Singing*

Hook
You may think that we ain't working hard
But we're always on our job
On our job, on our job
If you think that you can touch our squad
Well guess what? you've got it wrong
No not at all, not at all

See I've got to have it, talking bout that lavish life
And I'ma be a savage, until my stacks is right
See I've got to have it, talking bout that lavish life
And I'ma be a savage, until my stacks is right


Verse 2: Ben Billionaire
Got money all on my mind
I'm tryna escape from this mindstate
Express my life in these rhymes
Flow divine, need a golden gate
Swear they love to hate when you gettin' cake
And you all up on your grind
Cause real niggas is hard to find
Tryna push a Bugatti cause I've got that drive
And I'm hustlin all the time
Tryna feed my fam, complete the man
I ain't never gonna push on E again
My tanks full and my stacks right
If shorty wanna ride she gotta act right
Roll me up, pass flight
30, 000 feet up, that's how I'm tryna have my cheese up
Lookin' down on niggas cause my team is up
The Composite, Spoiled Green
Next thing you know we're touring
Cause the hustle is so enormous uhhh!
And I've been thinking about a billion dollars
Tryna make my money flip like Gabby Douglas
(we're) the revolution man, so they can't stop us
Cause we're on the grind
Uh, uh, uh we're on the grind!
They credit cardin' they watches, they can't afford the time
My team is too damned strong like we're fortified
Tryna push foreign rides, telly parties with foreign dimes
Ambition on overdrive
And i'm set to blow cause I'm overtime ha!
Thats how we're tryna get it in
Spoiled Green, The Composite
Telling y'all we bout to win
Thats how we're tryna get it in
Spoiled Green, The Composite
Telling y'all we bout to win
Hook x2