Yeah, designer swag, **** stealin' all my fashion

Bad bitch, yeah, you know I got the baddest Like it's tennis, yeah, my **** got the racket

Your bitch gone magic

All my **** in the field like it's Madden

I got plays to make, I gotta cash it

Feel like I'm Curry with that 30, we gon' splash it

And my wrist doin' numbers like the Mavericks Yeah, my wrist and my bitch doin' numbers

Got three shooters, one's dumb, dumb and dumber Yeah, I leave the block hot like we stuck in the summer

Wrist on froze, yeah, my neck got a hunnid

I'm the type of **** turnin' nothin' to somethin

Bringin' all the hoes, got the trap house jumpin

Like it's a track meet, got these **** runnin

They jumpin in the trap, we gon' run on bag up

Get these **** whacked

Yeah, I'm in the field

Cause I'm runnin' up a sack

Hit my ex bitch Yeah, I had to double back

Yeah, take the hat off

Cause these **** all cap, yeah, I know some **** that's gon' take you off the map

Sitting callin plays, feelin' like a quarterback

Too much money in my jeans, I can't fit another rack

And my **** gone crazy, they be jumpin' out the back