200 my dash, no limit on mileage I be steppin, I don't need no stylist

Talkin' real heavy, the wrist go silent I'm the best of both worlds, no hybrid

Beefin' with me, that shit one-sided Your bitch 'round, me too excited

See I'm flyin, the tone get kinder I'm him, no need for reminders

I'm throwin' bands on the table like chips I'm makin' it rain in this bitch

Need me a trophy like championship Got mags, we empty the clips

Hop in the coupe and I'm takin' a trip I get the bag and watch it flip

I don't check the tag, I'm coppin' a fit I light up the city, I'm lit

You follow hoes on the gram, they don't follow back

Take your bitch and you know that I'm hittin' that

I'ma go spend me a bag and I'll make it back Hit the gym, but my pockets is still fat

You ain't no demon, you whippin' a scat pack Can't come in the club, you ain't blackjack

Throwin' them ones in the air, that's a light rack

You a bitch, you a hoe, you can't fight back

Got ten on my wrist and It feel like a loan I'm steppin, I'm bout to get flown

Private invite, they don't know the address Your girl, she know I finesse

Ain't doin' no deal if it came with the shelf I'm doin' this shit by myself

50s and 100s, the bag stay jumpin' Ain't no one around, I be trustin

Hittin' the bank and I need me like 32 thou

I need in the blues, Bottega Veneta I need me a pair

I'm steppin, I'm leavin' this girl in her shoes

AP Rollie, now what do I wear

They saying that Kaiden and fair I run up a bag I made me a milli

I flooded my fit and I threw in a pair