Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hit the road, just came in, made like ten racks on the road

In that V12 Maybach, shoot that bitch around the globe

Switch up like they shows, these **** be hoes

These **** be hoes, had to let 'em know

I'm back on that road, I can't lose control

All my hoes, they bad as hell, my hoes be chose

All your hoes, they throwed, wouldn't hit her with a Trojan

These **** be so bogus, thank God I'm chosen

Yeah, you better change your tone

Go to hell and back for Tana, he can't do no wrong

I'm tryna get a rap **** whacked, ain't tryna do no songs

I told that bitch I can't go back, you know I'm too far gone

I done glowed up, know I poured up

We got rosé inside this Rolls truck

****, lil' bro, he'll blow somethin', know he keep it tucked

****, DJ 'nem gon' poke somethin', he don't give no fucks

Hell, lil' bro 'nem, he a soldier, he'll flip your truck

And he hop out, yeah, with that FN, he'll hit you up

I been countin' this hundred sack, lil' ****, like all day

Know I ran these hundreds up, go put 'em in a safe

I got my rank up, **** better keep your chain tucked, lil' ****

All this talkin', ask your **** to get your rank up, lil' ****

Only pop out, yeah, for a check, no, I ain't tryna hang with you ****, yeah

I only pop out for that check, ****, that bag

I only pop out for that check, ****, **** have them racks

I only pop out for that check, bitch, for that bag

Me and my ****, we hop off the jet, we flyin' across the atlas

This shit turn out tragic, this shit turn out bad

You better keep your mag, boy, your face get packed up

Got a new 4-5 Magnum, ****, that bitch platinum

These ****, they be rattin', man, I swear this shit ain't addin' up

Yeah, yeah