feat. NYMLo & Al-Doe

[Hook]
How can I, trust somebody else?
If I can’t, trust myself with all this dough
It’s time, time to get oh, oh, oh
I wake up, get cash
Spend a little, put a little in the stash
I wake up, get cash
On the road to riches trying not to crash

I’m in the coupe with the bigfoot 
So I call the sasquatch with the rack top
But I’m from the half nots and the back blocks
Where we made the ave hot with the black tops
Pat raw, mad shots to the last drops
Bad bitch, ass shots, call her last stop
Cause we run trains on it till we pass out
I’m tryina run the game homie till I cash out
Look, you know me though, young cockito
Very big ego, burning through c notes
That I just won from a friendly game of ceelo
Yeah you know who I be, look

[Hook]
How can I, trust somebody else?
If I can’t, trust myself with all this dough
It’s time, time to get oh, oh, oh
I wake up, get cash
Spend a little, put a little in the stash
I wake up, get cash
On the road to riches trying not to crash

The winners know we paid, keep the press to the press
Special led, I got it made
But still hit the dresser, when it’s pressure, I get it sprayed
We playing choose checkers, that’s something for second grade
We giving out grades, nigga you look filth
Talking bout the moths, my road is on silk
All white ghost that’s all glass of milk
Henny printy sippin with memory on tilt
Fly nigga, no kilt
Champagne spilt, till it’s all gone
Them guns all drawn, 
Latin king, got my black & yellow 4’s on
We taking pictures from singers niggas, that’s life
I took a roochie to loubie to get christ tight 

[Hook]
How can I, trust somebody else?
If I can’t, trust myself with all this dough
It’s time, time to get oh, oh, oh
I wake up, get cash
Spend a little, put a little in the stash
I wake up, get cash
On the road to riches trying not to crash

I push rhymes like waves
Break bread I got them things just in acse
Or get that nigga plug
Really fucking connect that means I can get you touched
I guess stupid is what stupid does
Red rose like I’m vito, get in line if you wanna talk to the boss
Nigga, you spend your ree up in clubs
Look at you, could tell you never got money before, it’s pitiful
Nigga I’m all bout this, I don’t need a scale
Cause I hop on ounces
I ain’t a nigga with diamond yeh
Cause ain’t nobody got time for that

[Hook]
How can I, trust somebody else?
If I can’t, trust myself with all this dough
It’s time, time to get oh, oh, oh
I wake up, get cash
Spend a little, put a little in the stash
I wake up, get cash
On the road to riches trying not to crash.