Ah, yeah, yeah
I made it and niggas said it was luck
Niggas said it was luck
Yeah
Said it was luck
Ayy, turn me up, Marlo
I ain't finna beef with a nigga
No, no, uh, uh

Uh, uh, look
I made it and these niggas said it was luck
Remember 'em days we were stuck in the trenches
Now we gettin' money, we runnin' up
Pull up in that Bentley for days on the bus
Pack in our van, with a woop full of Runtz
I ain't finna beef with a nigga
I need me a check, if you push it, I'm leavin' it up

Fuck, they keep hatin', I need me a answer
They need to see me, put me on a banner
I'm just a youngin', they hate on the Marlo
Been on the stage, need to chat like I'm Lennord
Pop out if she know who I am, so I'm in her
Lately been hungry like I ain't eat dinner
He's full of cattles, I'm Glocks in his Sprinter
I'm quoting the summer, these Vvs like winter
I'ma just run at his block
That nigga, he's pussy, he texting, I'm sending some shots
He think he hard, but he not
You claim you duck, how the fuck you be talkin' to cops
He talk out his top, then we shot at his top
I ain't fuckin' with critics, they all on my cock
Can't go back to the kitchen, was wippin' 'em pots
I was trappin' in school, put the weed in my sock

Uh, uh, look
I made it and these niggas said it was luck
Remember 'em days we were stuck in the trenches
Now we gettin' money, we runnin' up
Pull up in that Bentley for days on the bus
Pack in our van, with a woop full of Runtz
I ain't finna beef with a nigga
I need me a check, if you push it, I'm leavin' it up

I ain't finna beef, got this Tec on my waist
On the block, I rock out with my cock out
I got one in the head like a brain
Bodies drop every time one of my young niggas pop out
I got snow bunnies all in my traphouse
Bitch, you nut on my traphouse, then tapped out
All my niggas be movin' the packs out
Police watching, let's drop off the map now
If you take a hit of my blunt, bet you pass out
If I pop me a Xan', I might flash out
When I hop in that I might crash out
We was broke, fuck the diner, we dashed out
Now young Marlo, we paid, you rockin' Fendi and I rockin' Davinci
I know that these hoes wanna fuck 'cause of our name
Remember 'em bitches was being so stingy
You a pussy, I guess all that money didn't change shit
Don't see why, bitch, I'm still on the same shit
I ain't ever gon' fuck with a lame bitch
Light skin, I been fuckin' the same bitch
Never broken, I ball like the Nba
I ignore all the hate in the Nba
Coutin' thousands, remember my penny days
Now my pockets be comin' a thickie way, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, look
I made it and these niggas said it was luck
Remember 'em days we were stuck in the trenches
Now we gettin' money, we runnin' up
Pull up in that Bentley for days on the bus
Pack in our van, with a woop full of Runtz
I ain't finna beef with a nigga
I need me a check, if you push it, I'm leavin' it up