Whole! We want the whole! Whole,whole,whole! We want the whole Uh whole, whole, whole (Chorus) We want the whole thing, whole thing We want, we want, we want the whole thing, whole thing x3 Verse 1: Tell me do you know Trying not to break down when your bank account says you broke Waking up to dream killers with a bunch of niggas at the store Surrounded by niggas who live up to fill up their livers It’s easy to give up I’m bout to be lit up, I’m bout to be lit up Fuelled up, fuelled up, fuelled up, riding with the tank low Ain’t nobody, nobody, nobody, I could bank on but the bankroll Tell my nigga keep the dank rolled Need me mine like its Anglo Love me angels That would do it for the bands tho You could do it on my man pole, better handle The good feller Henry hill, sell my story to the booksellers Off season with the pockets, watch the shit swell up Tell your hook up I’m the hook up for the wholesalers Need my whole set up, nigga rep rep Kill the scene while they busy making death threats See the team too strong we don’t need to flex They ain't never been a broad I needa impress, I find her yet Or maybe I’m just over it Too busy sobering Drinking henny got me 2 stepping Drink it straight mixed with no beverage Same old G on some new habits Might just DM Angie Miss Lavish Might just tell her that I like em all and your flaws happens to be my preference (Chorus) I don’t need no niggas no, no, no Niggas who got tell me whose who, bitches who got tell me whose new ,No,no, no,no Oh its getting heated on this cold stove We could do the feature, its gon cost tho I’m not Pun or Biggie, I’m colossal Oh, where my bitches at? where my bitches at? I need all you back x3 Scrolling down my phone x3 Searching for ya’ll, you know I’m a dog And I got them on the pedigree The boy finna blow, TNT Presidential status on that ANC Dog I need me carrots that they ain’t see Oh no, oh no Need me something flashy for these photos Love my women classy speaking Porto Drink my henny dashless on the rocks tho My road to riches is a one way She still had me driving out to Fourways Straight out the 1-6 for foreplay And I know that small talks your forte Okay, I’m on the road Digging for some diamonds in the city of the gold Hardly on the greens but I’m always on the go Hardly ever seen with some niggas I don’t know (Chorus)

m claiming what’s mine I don’t need handshakes for credit I don’t chase pussy forget it I don’t do drama, thats petty Tell the radio, I’m ready I can’t do little like Eddy I ain’t sign up for comedy No time for jokes with the pennies Committed to vows, confetti I don’t announce progression to lessen jealousy and envy People get edgy Like it was your fault they weren’t sketching Like you ain’t do no time to practice perfection Like you ain’t considered to quit all this rapping Reppin, reppin Kempton, Kempton 1618 32, section section Nigga whoop, nigga whoop Aston, Aston, need a coupe, need a coupe Doors to success I could do Savio told me not to vent When I have some weight on my chest Its nothing I cannot bench I do the job, they retrenched Need me some ends that won’t end Beemers to help me beat bends French kiss my that’s french I hope you all comprehend Receive the message thats sent I am the capo they turn to the head of the kin And I’m kosher, la cosa nostra with the culture Too much drive to be chauffeured I need this thing till its over x2 I need the whole, thing We need the whole, thing And its not a discussion Vanity breeds where I’m from So owning a Mustang is a must thing Godfather Don Corleone Going off to see us one x2 They say I sound like so and so When you at a level that’s rare its only fare for the to compare You, to so and so The plan is all written, I don’t forget and I’m not so forgiving Or giving a fuck My efforts are essences of luck Nun of this shit will be luck I need my set to be up, less niggas setting me up More bitches calling me up So hustle hustle Fuck what society thinks, man just do your thing and burst up their thinking bubble Oh, I’d rather struggle to get it then get it and struggle No Word to my cousins Makaveli niggas thuggin We ain’t out until we all in Guluvas anthem watch us all spin The whole, thing

(Chorus) Man I must be Pablo Lamborghini dreaming diablo Loco when I'm skeeming my vatos My owens and my Naijas from Lagos Pablo (x2) Verse 1: Damn, this for the fam Picture me rolling, rolling on the grams Blam it on grams, R.I.P Yams My Naijas and Congolese know it's je t'aime Ye je t'aime, a lot of respect Heard they tryna ball on us, well watch us intercept I'm cooking up a storm, raining days on your chef Their terms and conditions I cannot accept Decline your contract We ain't taking L's only M's with a $ Brown tingz and brown drinks, only sip cognac Worked on herself and she from the projects My future wifey that's the one I project Hear my project From rokit sixes, get me digits come in sixes 10s in christenes, true religion Intuition, promised vision, promising living like... "Seniores Yo soy Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria, mis ojos estan en todos lados asi ustedes no pueden hacer ni una puta sola mierda en el departamento de Antioquia sin que" (Chorus) x2 Verse 2: Ai ya check them tingz when we ride by Hide di ganja when di babylon come by If they find di jar then its boom bye bye Rockas ragga ja nuh see it Rastafi Keep em bad ass like I'm Joey Headed for the ball cut like I'm Zoey Swoosh, ballin 23 jumpman like I'm Jordan And I'm VVIP that's very, very important Damn, you know my gang Them girls like em D from the G thats the thang Smelling like success, cologne and some dank Sweet as taboo at Taboo, my boo thang Man, I need that cash money like I'm Baby Ocean blue 600 hundred Benz wavy Keep it one hundred with the hundreds 90s baby Man, I need that Ghost going ghost, Patrick Swayze Woodgrain dashboard seats all suede B All that I ask for, that type of shit persuades me Oh lord save for whenever that day be Still throw the E for their side wherever they b (Chorus) x2 Verse 3: I'll be good, good, good With a bad, bad, bad I'ma trap, trap, trap Till they rap, rap, rap I'm going live I might put this on Silkour I need me juelz like I got the swastika Zi'girls zi'right , swear these girls getting thicker Fuck pick up lines, they out dated my nigga She rather be with an older nigga, who can pick her up Take her out on trips, making sure she taking pics For instragram and shit, maybe it helps a bit Get her social media up, uh What you think I'm in it for? The show money gotta start from four zeros or Settle for rappers who feel exposure pays more I feel better when all my shit is paid off, paid off (Outro) I need a lot of shit I need certainty none of that lotto shit No sharing bills on the bottle shit I need ownership straight from the dealership No, spending mama shit No papa budget driving borrowed whips I need online budget have my shit all shipped Got these bitches thuggin all foreign shit Oh Pablito adios amigo man I'm bout to be a Dios As long its up to me hoe Pablo...... Pablo...... Pablo (Chorus)

(Intro) Yeah, Christene's Interlude Haha, yeah (Bridge) I be on my way, high, driving to the north side In my Opel white Kaddet,ride, straight from the east side Where the niggies smoking jets,right, Kempton airport sides Where the skinny niggas ride E30s and Golf 1ns, are Glorified Here's the story right (Crusin) (Verse) To my uptown girl Who's down for a nigga from a down town world Who makes this place feel like it's a small world Girl it's a small world, so I'm here getting faded (Faded) Off this ghost face killer It's making me enjoy how these conversations build up I see myself in you like I'm looking in the mirror I'ma make that pussy buzz, girl I'm there to deliver (Chorous) Get ready, no make up tonight My over sized T-shirt on your body for the night High socks on with your hair tied x2 (Verse) If I make there soon enough, tell me will you bend down for a nigga? If I hit right and good enough, will you go down on a nigga? You've always been my uptown girl, that's always been down for a nigga I know you got a new man, but I know you're still down for a nigga Are you down for a nigga? Uptown girl, yeah, uptown girl x2 (Bridge) I be on my way, high, driving to the north side In my Opel white Kaddet,ride, straight from the east side Where the niggies smoking jets,right, Kempton airport sides Where the skinny niggas ride E30s and Golf 1ns, are Glorified Here's the story right (Crusin)

[Gucci Mane Skit] Interviewer : Is it, is it hard to be fresh if you don't have money? or can you still pull it off? Gucci Mane : See when I had no money I still had sauce, see if you ain't got no sauce, then... you los' But you could also get loss' in the sauce Interviewer :How you get lost in the sauce? Gucci Mane : Man a bitch, man a bitch gon get loss' in the sauce mang, you know what I'm sayin' ? I'm sprinkling sauce dropping sauce as we speak mang You na'mean? Overdose on sauce No meat juss sauce Interviewer: When you're born can you be born with sauce? or do you acquire sauce? Gucci Mane: Noooo! you can't born with sauce How you gon be born with cesar, you gotta get cesar I wasn't born without the sauce, I done acquired the sauce Skrr skrrr Yeah [Hook] Check my sauce, check my sauce Lost up in my sauce (x2) Check my sauce, check my sauce Lady check my sauce Check my sauce, check my sauce Lost up in my sauce Check my sauce Sauce, sauce, sauce Lost up in my sauce, check my sauce Sauce, sauce, sauce Lost up in my sauce, check my sauce Sauce, sauce, sauce Lost up in my sauce Check my sauce, check my sauce Lady check my sauce [Verse: Frank Casino] All we want is a money, on some maleven shit Here on some business shit, swear Lord I've been the shit I start it then finish it, 360 spinning shit Own it don't loan shit, fuck all the rental shit On some construction shit, out here just fixing shit World records guinness shit, hot new hip hop and shit Up for like 6 to 6, need me 6 zero shit, after like the first 3 zeros shit/ I'm 23 Jordan shit/ vintage whip, modern bitch/ High end couture and shit, straight out the border shit/ Ski mask, see what's in store and shit/ My half is here to take all this shit/ The whole thang, ain't here for negotiations/ The whole thang, no need for initiations/ MOB bet they know the abbreviations/ KMP sending yo' hoes the location [Bridge] Every time I represent, I go 110 percent 110 for my motherfucking presidents, dead presidents And I put it on my presidents, my presidents Check my sauce [Hook] [Verse: Priddy Ugly] Scared I will never be, instead I'm a battle fiend/ I'm prepared I'ma panel beat, mama said/ My mama said you'll be the man you see/ My threads mwah, magnifique/ The stares say Im hella see, I need bread I need hella cheese/ My friends they need hella weed, meds for their allergies/ Fuck the feeds on my camp, niggas baggin' trees / We leave you dead, niggas scared nigga halloween/ They put the spotlight on you, you couldn't shadow me/ Now who the fuck you thought you boxing? Show me those/ Put you guard up till I'm in the coffin, holy ghost/ When I die I'm coming back a goblin, to haunt you hoes/ And besides, losing is not an option homie no/ Lord the struggle is trying to keep me hostage, hold me close/ I'm trying to fly yes trying to keep me ostrich, show me more/ I need profits, Lord I need profits, show me O's/ I'm cool with one girl but two of my homies need four these hoes/ Check my sauce [Hook]

Ye This is that "its about 4am in the morning" Its not even about "4am in the morning" it is 4am in the morning.... and we gone, ye (Chorus) Gone off the Henny, gone off the henny Lately I've been going off the henny, going off the henny Throwin out the E for my side, E for my side Throwing out the E when we ride, E when we ride Verse: Ye, I've been sippin Convoy got my niggas tippin 2 stepping but we ain't slippin Girls work it for a nigga uh, damn I'm pimpin So mean with it They won't cut it, man I'm too fitted And my niggas ice grilling mouth too chilly Going Yaya with the tooth filling, head spinning Off the henny in my cup lit as fuck with the seat low Themed out, G shit, thats the sequel Blowin out swishers like its legal Ye, nd I'm smooth with it Its not about what you do, its what you do with it Bodman upon di ting, me I'm rude with it Frank Cino murder ink, Ja I rule with it Ye da crew winning With dem gyals pon di basement Alla dem know dem boy a killer, he a waste man Gone off the Henny, gone off the henny x2 (Chorus) Gone off the Henny, gone off the henny Lately I've been going off the henny, going off the henny Throwin out the E for my side, E for my side Throwing out the E when we ride, E when we ride (Bridge) Henny Lately I've been going off the henny, henny Gone off the henny, henny Gone off the henny, henny Henny (Beat Switch) O11 mixing lean with the sodium Slowly making way to the podium Watch for the kid Nickelodeon Ridin with Simone nd she od'in In a droptop matchbox, ye the old bm And we going off the henny, henny Ye we going off the henny, henny Going off the henny

(Chorus) Rolling, rolling Like the whip is stolen, stolen Like to see us rolling, rolling Like the whip is stolen, stolen Me and my, Hittas, hittas x4 Verse: I be on some East shit, we be on some G’ shit Henney is all we sip Leaning like the seat sits, leaning like the seat sits I know that you peep’d it No its not a secret but we plan to keep this Vision till you see this Riding till its pink slip, riding till its pink slip Only tripping when it’s road trips (Chorus) Verse: See this is that, I don’t give a fuck who you are song See lately I’ve been selfish, I can’t help it I just want to see us on the screens Even though you don’t think its that important, Ima do it For those who’ve been supporting since grade 7 Back when I recorded my first song with Dellz and Savio, I swear that shit was heaven By far the greatest session, I’ve had in studio who would know this same session Would be a blessing and turn me into the guy you know I got love for you niggas dog, now you know who to call if you ever need some bail It won’t be me dog, cos dog, we’ll be together in jail In those orange jerseys, won’t happen, Jewish attorneys La familia, built from ground up Bob the builder I picture a better life, no filter Inspired by the fact we felt ourselves before the world could feel us Talented musicians thinking like drug dealers Cos the coolest guys in the hood are top spinners Who don’t wait to be told that they winners Go getters never do it good, they do it better In this world only a legacy can live forever, I gotta live forever A dream I will endeavour, for as long as I’m here We not perfect we should try be That’s what my moms tells me all the time, Thanks mom that’s what I needed to hear (Chorus) Outro Me and my hittas, hittas All my hittas You know I, gotta do it till we touch the sky, high Yeah, yeah and we out Like yeah, yeah, till we out Like yeah, yeah, lalalala

Verse: 1 Too much opulence in my confidence Look at all the deals that they offer him, all for him To show up in his new Balenciaga New phase, the new saga, the star, the panty dropper The car, the ghost pop up, out of nowhere As spooky as it is, man there’s no fear, oh fear, oh yeah La vida loca is what we oath here, so rare, oh we’re Moguls in the making, making moguls, go too’s Protools, protocol, pros and cons Consequences of being way too, way too on, way too on, way too gone Going like I’m never stopping Here’s something you won’t like man I’m never stopping Always shopping, for new desires but never buy into what they talking No music vents just twitter rants, they always talking, keep stalking My profile on the low, while I’m working on getting my tires on the low pro All the people around me are inspiring Can’t burn me out, man I’m tiring Frank is tailored made as the attire on him And I know the envy weighs as much as they admire him CEO flow on the job, can’t fire him If I were you too I’d also wish I were him ,yeah, yeah Here’s another masterpiece, to my art museum I guess this the record for those who’ve been fuelling him Fooling him, is a no, no, you should all know Auto motor when I manoeuvre, ooh I, Knew I Was a special case, when I was born during a comma Been through thick and thin, now we trying to tone up Our days at the Daytona, politicians, business owners, whenever we pick the phone up Ring, ring, does it ring a bell? Something from me, something from myself to you Verse: 2 They wish you well until you’re well on your wishes We burning up swishers, while they burning up bridges The vision is just too vivid, for us to be ass kissing, no, no The train is moving, oh no, you just missed it, like ah, there it goes You just missed your exit, Frank is too expert to be desperate Best threads, legs spread, bedspreads, so wet, so wet, moët, moët, ah yeah, ah yeah,ah yeah all year And we taking all your women, silky as Montana with the linen Protagonist got her tagging with the villain, what a feeling Feeling like a million dollar home, with high ceilings, yeah For every prices there’s a sacrifice I done sold my car to be a star, story of my life Ironic right? How this killed beat simply give me life How I tell my visions from your living room televise Look mama I’m on TV Just before the riches, that’s my song, that’s the DG Frank, when you dropping a EP? The sound is international, is he really where we be? GP blue number plate, the city where gold be Got your bae camping like its Clifton at coast beach We don’t pay for numbers like these labels for post reach The character in me is calculated like post tweets OG, OG, kush up, kush up, kush up On the la la, I need your V for entertainment Lala Bad ting, bad ting, bad ting, you me reggae Young, heartless and famous What a life that I’m chasing I cannot live basic Something from me and I embrace it

[Verse1] Let all my real niggas know That ima be that famous rapper that you gon know And if you don't know, you probably won't know That I've been about it tho, that I've been about the dough Fuck your where and abouts I've been in it for a minute man I'm talking bout' the droughts I'm pass being scout, we gon hustle till we out Till we fade away the pain, getting faded everyday just to fade away the pain Bring fame to my name no shame Ah, and I hope I never pop shit. If she got a booty Ima tell her please pop it Take your time baby, please don't stop it Take your time baby, please don't stop it Ah and I got the realest clique. All real niggas man we all getting rich We gon run it in a few so we all getting fit We don't like bitch niggas we don't feel your fits [Chorus] Rose gold Rollies tho x2 OHH tell em light some more Till the city glow x2 OHH Rose gold Rollies tho [Verse 2] Lost some homies so We were meant to blow but I guess you'll never know Life goes on its a process I guess things change when a young nigga progress All or nothing always been that no less, OH Yes We coming for the top now Summer or the winter winners ride with the top down Ah and we headed for the top boy Talking big engines just to blow the top boy E30 type of nigga especially with no top boy Screw a conversation, man I'm through with the talk boy Ah and I've been riding round the city Couple bad bitches with my real niggas with me All white bitches and they ballin, All Britney's And we gon drink it hard so hard to the kidneys [Chorus] Bridge Better pour me some screw, bring out the 32s 1632, Kempton Park pull through x2 RIP to my grand mama Rest in peace to the rest tho Rose gold Rollies tho

Verse: 1 I got mixtape bars niggas I don’t miss takes when it comes to these bars niggas So full of bars I should probably charge niggas I’ll be on this boss shit till the day I’m in charge, nigga And with these bars, I’ll probably have all I need for bail And every story that I tell is not a fairytale I’m selling soul music but the soul is not for sale I’m the centre of my city, cruising down Allendale Thinking to myself, rich is not enough I could with wealth, not even sure if that's enough I don’t ever fail, I prevail and I’m passing up Everything that's mine, man it's yours, it belongs to us, yeah Mi La Familia, making sure we brings the deals up Envelopes with the gwala so full, that bitch don’t seal up Banana coupé tops, that roof gotta peel up Making sure that I boost when I move, Yeezy Adidas Franky they need us They really do… yeah Verse: 2 Searching for myself in this music shit I need original material out, dog I’m too legit Gotta have that capital on lock, that option won’t shift And I made a promise to myself that we’ll all be rich Yeah, we got goals and the aim is to exceed the scores 99 problems, 48 Powers Of law Help manoeuvre through the sewer, shit I can’t ignore My checklist says I need a cheque to be listed on Forbes Big money shit, BMF’ing Money Mitch PMS’ing rappers they behaving on some funny shit Bitches acting saucy cos at times I ain’t finna dip Tell them they can have them wet me if they ever see me slip But, the weight on my shoulders really broadens my shoulders Tell them hop on board, I sail the ship up like I’m Noah Too wavy I switch these flows up, re-up you see the glow up Sickening when I throw up, the E, my side, my coast up Yeah... Verse: 3 Fuck a co-sign but if you talking cheques then it's you that I co-sign I always gotta get mine If they say the favour’s free, they do it just to buy time Till they really need you for whatever at the right time Don’t conform to the industry standards Always remember the industry is standard I don’t take it if its free handed I’m painting pictures like its free handed I’ve been hot, black nigga tanning Tracing my paper through these machines like a nigga scanning See it hacks them you would swear I’m doing the scamming This is called preparation and planning This is being one piece with yourself when abandoned Vision panning, a lot wider and we stretching the perspective Dapper Don, move silent, enter by the exit Never borrow nothing, always show up least expected Gotta own your throne fuck a loan they expected, nigga Taking all nigga, yeah... Gold city boy bout to fuck your plans up The one who does supply even though the demands up Got em in a stick-up​, all I see is their hands up La Cosa Nostra money, motherfucker RICH IS GANGSTAR