20-40

(Verse1)

I get twenty percent you get forty

What's the deal if you got more than me

I have rolex in my hand

You aint got nothing on your own

You still aint got nothin flex

Then look at me i have bugatti at home

(Verse 2)

I get twenty, you get forty, tell me how that’s fair?

You got numbers on the paper, but I’m really out of here.

Rolex on my wrist while your pockets stay cold,

Flexin’ on the ‘Gram but you still got no gold.

Talk about cars, I got Bugatti at home,

(Hmm, just kidding, i'm only sixteen)

You just dream in the night, I’m the king on the throne.

Brotha you got nothin on your own

Just take a look at my hoes

(Ohh bro how)

I like your daddy's cash

Got my money in a secret stash

Talkin much brotha say less

You just twenty,

waitin' for your first grand