I get mad racks, I been gettin' stingy

Put that drank back, I done felt my candy (Hellcat)

Cashback, that **** couldn't see me

Huh, I swear to God, I hit my bitch on TV (I swear to God)

I swear to God, I come in crispy (I swear)

My bullets, they be bigger than a frisbee (That's facts)

I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)

I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)

I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)

I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch

I think I like this ho (I do), I think she like my wrist (My wrist)

Put Forgis' on the Jeep (We rich), I'm feelin' mighty rich

Fuck, uh, fuck, uh, fuck, uh, fuck, fuck

I might slide in my V, uh, you ain't gotta pick me up

I just spent racks on my fit, uh, shit had me runnin' it up

I told the opps they RIP, uh-huh, we ain't goin' back and forth

I'm in the city traffic, New York traffic

I think I like her, but she plastic

Different clothes, designer fashion

Bro got poles, but mine be blastin'

You tip and toe to the racks, you cappin'

Sell out the show and now my name gone packin'

Blicked up, I have a tennis racket

Tryna act throat, but I know they actin'

My whip, it drag, it take off the traction

You ain't put in no work, this **** relaxin'

Fine shit, you do a song for a caption

You gotta pay back a loan from back then

You gotta pay back a loan from back then

Fuck, fuck

I get mad racks, I been gettin' stingy

Put that drank back, I done felt my candy (Hellcat)

Cashback, that **** couldn't see me

Huh, I swear to God, I hit my bitch on TV (I swear to God)

I swear to God, I come in crispy (I swear)

My bullets, they be bigger than a frisbee (That's facts)

I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)

I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)

I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch (Okay)

I think I like this ho (Okay), I think I like this bitch

I think I like this ho (I do), I think she like my wrist (My wrist)

Put Forgis' on the Jeep (We rich), I'm feelin' mighty rich (Facts)

Got so much on my mind (On my mind), I might start sippin' Tris

She said she tryna slide (She slide), I told her, "Send some pics" (Pics)

I chop the top of the Lamb' (The top of the Lamb'), huh, just like a butcher

Servin' that white boy, white boy, white boy, white boy, Ashton Kutcher (Damn, what?)

I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of **** with dreams and we lookin' like Booker (What? Huh)

I'm in this bitch with a whole lot of **** with dreams and we lookin' like Booker (Ah, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)

Wake up, get to the cheese, get to the dough, get to the bread

****, he talkin' bout the team, I don't give a damn, off with your head

Huh, I do him like Bill, I do him like Ellis, he left for dead

Huh, I do him like Bill, I do him like Ellis, he left for dead