Yeah, just like track 3, bitch, we in France Walk in the spot, put these hoes in a trance

Stackin' it up, I need more rubber bands VIP section, I'm throwin' some bands

Playin' my music, now she tryna dance Send me the wire, I need the advance

Saggin' the money, weight down my pants Two-tone Rollie, I switch up the hand

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I switch up the hand Fuck it, I'ma go switch up the watch

She askin' how much I make, it's a lot I might just go take her out for the plot

Coppin' this shit, I don't care what it cost Buy it again, I don't care what I lost

Look at my wrist, and my neck on frost

I just spent over ten bands on the watch

They sent it to me from Straight outta France She lookin' at me like she wanna ride

Tellin' that hoe, that she gotta advance The diamonds be hittin, I put the shit on

I'ma light this shit up and this shit wanna dance I'm stackin' these hundreds and fifties

And twenties and tens it don't wanna fit in my pants

She fuckin' with this, I'm sayin' like, tell me, man, how can I miss

Got racks in the duffel, this shit wanna blow I step in the spot and they all wanna know

I fly you to city to city, I know you the type to be beggin

You wanting some more? I'm droppin' a Rollie, I'm droppin' a band

I be droppin' the tape and they don't understand

And I'm droppin' a rack on some light shit

Y'all ain't gettin' no hoes on some pride shit And the Audemar dance when the time tick

And the girl of your dreams is my side chick Only signin' a deal for the right check

Crazy what these hoes do for a blue strip I'm the type to pull up in a foreign

Pull up in a whip that you ain't never seen yet

She sayin, come over, I'm boardin' the flight No wonder this hoe she don't got a man

I ship back to Rari, I'm wantin' the Bentley The other day, I want the lamb, goddamn

They sayin' that I'm not gon' make it, they doubtin' me Tell me who really gon' move on

I Maison Margela my body, I'm rockin' designer Don't mean to embody this shit

I'm rockin' designer from head to toe I been makin' so much, keep it on the low

If there's somethin' you want, better let me know Get the money in waves, it's a overflow

I'm pourin' the Henny, we hop in the plane I send every deal and I triple the check

Man, fuck how I'm comin, they writing up my name on the back of they label, they knowin' I'm next

Y'all gettin' a section and sharin' a bottle I'm gettin' that shit and I pack it with hoes

I got a habit, I'm spendin' this money I don't mean to flex when I walk in the store

Numbers keep risin, I'm runnin' it up the commas keep addin, it's hard to ignore

We not the same, cause I'm gettin' paid To fly out the country and feel like a tour

All of these labels be hittin' my line They wantin' my name when they back, but I'm fine

I don't want her back if she not on the cover of Vogue I'm blockin' her number, I'm fine

Knowin' she bad and I already hit she knowin' I'm good and she never was mine

Just gettin' started, I'm already ballin' Like, baby, I'm not even close to my prime