Yeah, I'm gettin' racks now

But I got a credit card, I swear that bitch is black now

My baby mama white but that ass lookin' fat now

You lookin' good, tonight we fight, I make you tap out

The more I make, the harder I ball

They fucked up when they gave me the ball

I can see Fugazy like fog

I be makin' play my name, John Wall

Really the shit, no stalls

Really I'm lit, with my dawgs

We hit licks, on God

We got sticks on my mom

All this pressure on my back but that's my team though

Bro, that's just her face, she nice but she look like she mean though

Really she a clean hoe and I like the way she deep throat

And she'll never steal from me, I told her she don't need clothes

Bitch, I'm gettin' racks now

I don't judge, if you do drugs, baby, get blacked out

If you take it, I might take it, we can act wild

But if not, it's cool, I'd rather break that pack down

And fuck that credit card, I drop that bitch in cash now

But I got a credit card, I swear that bitch is black now

My baby mama white but that ass lookin' fat now

You lookin' good, tonight we fight, I make you tap out

Big cash, I just made a flip, yeah

Okay, ten pack, I just really sent that

Ten racks, to me that's like a ten sack

If you bout your paper, where the fuck you keep your M's at?

I'm smokin' on this, no name

I been in my own lane

Pussy, you still on the block

I'm in this vroom, might drop the top

Ridin' through the hood we don't stop at stops, cause people really gettin' shot a lot

I been winnin, no, you not on top

Started from the bottom, climbin' to the top

Wait, and I'm goin' in, I got a tendency to win

Run up a mill, I did it again

She like me but hate my friends

She let me hit, she wanted revenge

I'm in her mouth like I'm a zyn

Don't make me stomp you in my tims

Lord, forgive me for my sins

Where the hell do I begin

But I got a credit card, I swear that bitch is black now

My baby mama white, but that ass lookin' fat now

You lookin' good, tonight we fight, I make you tap out