Lyrics: I’ve been stressing up and down Chasing nothing but dough No one gives a shit mehn I talk where I’m from Niggas they hate u if u ain’t gat no cake Haae haaaee Mom on the phone and I can’t even pick No cash in pocket She wanna make dish My niggas always tell me Let’s press and get cash aight (You know I can’t do that, boy) Back to the zone Back to the city We working all days You can’t say we lazy But the cash is nowhere to be found, like (When you talk they be like…) Who you, Boy? (I’m a king am a don am a monster) Boy? (I’m a king am a don am a master) Boy? (I’m a preacher, a pastor and a doctor) They like Who……you, Boy? Boy? Boy? (2X) Keep it one hunnid Mehn I can’t even fake it Hustle all the time, Nigga No time to check it Where I’m from is different mehn No