(Pourin' up now) That bitch, she sip on some lean, I sip that red, not no green

Fuckin' that bitch in a— Uh, yeah, fuckin' that bitch, Louis sheets

And you know that we chasin' that bread and cheese

Tell that bitch "Give me head," go 'head like please

I can't wait 'til I'm dead and go way underneath

Yeah, that bitch, she want some bread, she's like, "Please," hm, hm

Two-twenty my motherfuckin' dashboard, bitch (I can't wait 'til I'm down)

Yeah, I stay with my bitch, we like Lilo and Stitch

I stay goin' too cool, I can't get a grip

They say, ''Lil' Redda, he fried,'' they say, ''Lil' Redda, he greasy,'' huh

I'm so motherfuckin' fried, ain't know that I fucked on yo' bitch, yeah

I'm so goddamn high, my ex on the Perc' on the stick

He wan' try us, lil' bitch, we got sticks

Come and try us, lil' bitch, we got blicks

Got a lil' bad bitch askin' me for a pack

Got a lil' bad bitch askin' me for some dick, huh

Pop me a motherfuckin' blue, that's a Avatar pill, huh

Lil' Redda off of the shrooms, now I know what that Avatar feels

Bitch wanna get next to me, lil' bitch want some ecstasy

Yeah, big bro, pass me the Bentley key, yeah

Bentayga baddie, that bitch on her knees, yeah

Balenciaga, it's matchin' my sneak, yeah

Balenciaga, the Strikes on my feet

I had the Fendi and Prada and Ricky the tee

I got Louis Vuitton, I said, ''Rest in peace, V"

Huh, R.I.P. V, huh, yeah, R.I.P. V

Yeah, R.I.P. V, huh, yeah, R.I.P. V

That bitch, she sip on some lean, I sip that red, not no green

Fuckin' that bitch in a— Uh, yeah, fuckin' that bitch, Louis sheets

And you know that we chasin' that bread and cheese

Tell that bitch "Give me head," go 'head like please

I can't wait 'til I'm dead and go way underneath

Yeah, that bitch, she want some bread, she's like, "Please," hm, hm

Two-twenty my motherfuckin' dashboard, bitch (I can't wait 'til I'm down)

Yeah, I stay with my bitch, we like Lilo and Stitch

I stay goin' too cool, I can't get a grip

They say, ''Lil' Redda, he fried,'' they say, ''Lil' Redda, he greasy,'' huh (Yo)

I can go up when I wanna (Yeah, huh)

I'm the hottest, hotter than the sauna (Yeah)

Known to put a lil' ho in designer

Known to hit the ho once, never call her (Never call her)

And I still got the ho callin' back (Back)

Yeah, I still got that ho on my back (Still got that ho on my back)

And it's nothin' that's holdin' me back (Real)

Me and all of the money attached (Oh yeah)

And I'm in love with the green (I'm in love)

Probably picked the money over sex

Probably pick a ho and bigger checks (Then get chased)

Probably fuck a ho with bigger tits (Then get teased)

But she don't get the tip

She get down and she play with the tip (Yo)

Stack my pockets, I walk with a limb (Oh, wow)

Fully loaded, I shoot at this bitch (Oh, wow)

Glock with the dick, and I play the with clip

I stand on my money, I'm tall in this bitch (Oh wow)

And just like Nowitzki, I ball in this bitch (Oh, wow)

My hand on the Glock and I'm aimin' that bitch (Wow)

K-K-K rounds (Shit), he got K-K-Karo (Woah)

Wait, wait, bad ho (Ha)

Like, tell me, is you on go? (Tell me, is you on go?)

'Cause I got a bankroll, couldn't just thumb through my bands, bro (Through my bands, bro)

Couldn't just count it on my hands, bro

My bitch, you can't have her, bro

(My bitch, you can't have her bro)

(I bet you can't count bands on my fuckin' hands, yeah, yeah, yo)

(I bet you can't count bands on my fuckin' hands, yeah, yeah, yo)

That bitch, she sip on some lean (Woah), I sip that red, not no green

Fuckin' that bitch in a— (Yo) Uh, yeah, fuckin' that bitch, Louis sheets

And you know that we chasin' that bread and cheese

Tell that bitch "Give me head," go 'head like please

I can't wait 'til I'm dead and go way underneath

Yeah, that bitch, she want some bread, she's like, "Please," hm, hm

Two-twenty my motherfuckin' dashboard, bitch (I can't wait 'til I'm down)

Yeah, I stay with my bitch, we like Lilo and Stitch

I stay goin' too cool, I can't get a grip

They say, ''Lil' Redda, he fried,'' they say, ''Lil' Redda, he greasy"