(Toom on the beat, fool)

Huh (Back)

Huh

Franklins on me

Labels tryna sign me

Bitches wanna top me

'Cause I been gettin' that money, yeah

People don't know me

You get bread? Bitch, show me

Thick bitch, throw it

I fuck twenty-four hoes like Kobe

I got these bitches runnin' around in circles

You want this dick? Bitch, you gotta earn it

He want my spot, but he don't deserve it

That boy talk tough, so I gave him a swirly

Yeah, punch that lil' ass jit in the fuckin' face

Call up lil' Jaquavion, he gon' catch a fuckin' case

Fifty countin', bank accounts, large amounts

Shoppin' sprees, rockin' brands that you can't pronounce

Credit cards, fuck your bitch, then I take her out

Bitch, I made it far and I ain't have to chase no clout

If you don't like me, then just tell me that, his ho a dime piece

I'm gon' hit it from the back, yeah, I leave it runnin' sand

Yeah, I get the swag from my dad

This some white boy swag that you don't have

This some white boy swag, I'm feelin' rad

I leave that ho on read, big boy soft, just like Ted

Bitch, I'm feelin' antsy, I think that I need my meds

And this ho got some antics, but I just want the head

Don't let me find you talkin' to feds, boy, I'll leave you dead

Franklins on me

Labels tryna sign me

Bitches wanna top me

'Cause I been gettin' that money, yeah

People don't know me

You get bread? Bitch, show me

Thick bitch, throw it

Thick bitch, throw it

Thick bitch, throw it

Thick bitch, throw it

Thick bitch, throw it

Thick bitch, throw it

Thick bitch, throw it

Thick bitch, throw it