Fluent

[Intro]
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[?]
Gotta get it now
[?]
Yeah

[Verse]
Remember back, me and my niggas, we was down
Now we up, we ain't never going down
I get gas, I smoke by the pound
We get guap, uh, we counting up now
Big racks, big rubber bands
I'd kill for my day-ones, my brothers, man
I don't know, you're getting taxed like you're Uncle Sam
No, you can't get a free verse, better hit up Trell, man
Boy, you must be smoking dope, that molly santan
Huh, I feel like I'm Future with all these free bands
Married to the money, I swear I love her, man
Twenty bands, I'm doing the running man
He run off with the sack, I bet we catch his ass
They talk 'bout what they want but they don't understand
Had to kick her out, she popped too many Xans
I can make it rain, can tell you I ain't no other man
Told her I wanna stop, [?]
[?] and I could get away
We got brand-new drums, we got AKs
We gon' beat the block like an 808
Yeah, let's get into it
These niggas they really ain't got no bag, these niggas they doolie
We getting money, hundred, thirty, ran through it
Freak bitch, she gon' eat, she gon' chew it
I got cash and I ain't gon' talk no more, oh
Get a bag, spend a bag, oh wow
We went from rags to riches, nigga, woah, woah
We went from rags to riches, nigga, woah, woah