The music got the hell from When you really gotta go, you gotta stick to it I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator Mo’ M’s in my bank, got a ring to it I can’t trip off what you think, cause you been a hater I’m in the SF90, plays Montana, still active Run up on this coupe, the N-F-N clapper I re-up and I cop again, so don’t trip, I’m bout to drop again You won’t get it unless you know what you want I hit the blend and then I hop in the ghost Get the right in my goals All that fake shit getting exposed You gotta sacrifice some time with your lady to get some dough 80 nights on the road, 90 something for the road