(Physic made this one)

Back to back, yeah, my young **** slidin', huh

Hats on hats, ****, that's bodies on bodies, huh

Yeah, ****, back to back, yeah, just countin' them hundreds

Yeah, got hats on hats, ****, that's homi on homis

Yeah, outside, them ****, yeah, they don't be outside

Young **** all on songs, they never did nothin' to nobody

I'm countin' racks, yeah, up in my home, yeah, that's my brand-new hobby

I get so damn geeked, I don't want nobody botherin'

(Yeah, I don't want nobody botherin', yeah)

I got ice all in my cup, you know I'm blicked up

I got ice sittin' on my neck, you know I'm sticked up

Yeah, this truck is bulletproof, lil' kids tryna prove somethin'

Don't give a fuck if it's broad day, put him on the news, huh

Catchin' hats on the highway, bullets rip right through his stomach

**** know I get a lot of cake, any day, made a cool hundred

Iced out all my diamonds, these hoes one of ones

I see these **** tryna copy, I got a lot of sons

Hit the bank, no deposit, I pull out them funds

Hit the club, then I swap it for a lot of ones

Yeah, I'm gettin' so much money, had to open up five new bank accounts

You ain't gon' never get money, just look at the **** you hang around

I'm in the back of Givenchy spendin' these racks, they hatin' now

What you spent on your pendant, ****, on codeine, I spent the same amount, huh

Double that shit

Double that shit, double that shit