[Intro: DDG & Takeoff]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
What the fuck is a lil' band to me?
(OG Parker)
[Chorus: DDG]
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I got Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin' mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar
I can be evil, so don't even bother
I'm not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna matata"
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin' mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar
I can be evil, so don't even bother
I'm not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna matata"
[Verse 1: DDG]
I put the smoke from the weed in my body
Some of y'all tweak off some muhfuckin' molly
I feel amazing, can't nobody stop me
My business is jumpin' like it's an ollie
Tryna explain it, but nobody get me
Leavin' my homies that ain't comin' with me
I give all this service, but nobody tip me
They use me and move on as soon as I'm empty
I can't count a penny, a dollar, a benzie
I swipe for a thousand, my wallet got plenty
Don't ask me for any, I'm sorry, I'm stingy
I was this way from the fuckin' beginning
They said I'm changing, I never agree
Even with millions, I'm still DDG
From the Pontiac streets, bought a mansion for me
Niggas askin' for me, why they askin' for me?
'Cause I'm actually rich and I'm havin' it factually
Ain't got no help, did it manually
Millions and millions come annually
I'm stackin' the paper up gradually
What the fuck is a lil' band to me?
I got a hundred K, randomly
If he hatin', he a fan to me
[Chorus: DDG]
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I got Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin' mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar
I can be evil, so don't even bother
I'm not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna matata"
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin' mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar
I can be evil, so don't even bother
I'm not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna matata"
[Verse 2: Tyla Yaweh]
I don't mess with you 'cause I know you fake
I'm droppin' these dollars, I know you gon' chase
I'm keepin' the pot to "Hakuna matata"
I struggled so hard, I made minimum wage
So up, I'ma swerve the lanes
I stay on my vibe, I stay in my lane
I see that you livin' in L.A., girl
And I'm really not givin' no fucks 'bout fame
Drip drown in a McLaren, I hit it (Oh)
You know she a ten or I smack it, I hit it
I swear, she on my radar
I'm straight from Florida, gator
Give a fuck 'bout what you think
I can smell that you are just so right
Chillin' in a mansion, you know this shit dancin'
You know I got options, she ain't average, yeah
I'm tarnished all the way
These drugs are feelin' laced
I hate society, I love each day awake
That's a problem in my eyes, I hope it is synchronized
You know I was a broke kid, so you see when I was homeless, though
[Chorus: DDG]
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I got Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin' mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar
I can be evil, so don't even bother
I'm not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna matata"
Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar
Now I caught Gucci all over my collar
I do this shit for my muhfuckin' mama
My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya
Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar
I can be evil, so don't even bother
I'm not with the drama, got too many commas
Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna matata"
