Put it, put it, put it in my Louis V bag Put it, put it, put it on your card that's black

And you know I ain't talkin' if the stack's not fat

And you know if you talkin' shit, you gon' get smacked

Put it, put it, put it on a BB tracks Cause you don't know nobody goin' hard as that

Stupid, stupid boy, you ain't got a lot to brag

Cause even if you try, you gon' always lack

Looky, looky, looky, looky, I'm a souvenir

They call me lucky, that's not how I got here

She claimin' she a queen, let me see her look the part

I know she ain't got it cause the spot is hard

Two, four, six, eight digits in my bank

And can't nobody top my rank

Put it, put it, put it in my Louis V bag Put it, put it, put it on your card that's black

And you know you never met nobody like me And I don't really care if they like me

I know that they don't like me

But they wishin' they were just like me

Put it, put it, put it in my Louis V bag Put it, put it, put it on your card that's black

Put it, put it, put it in a Grabba wrap 420 cause I got a smoke

You know that I'm her so I don't gotta roll

I'm the boss so I'm in control

Put it, put it, put it in my Louis V bag Put it, put it, put it on your card that's black

That's black Put it, put it, put it on your car lid that's black

Put it, put it, put it in, yeah Put it, put it, put it, oh yeah