Yeah

Wooh, you dig that?

Trap Commander, ****

Pull up in a coupe, make a bitch start sweatin'

Yeah (Ace Bankz on the track)

My coupe matte black, inside seashell (Seashell)

Windows fishbowl and the motor V12 (V12)

Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail (Fishtail)

Pull up-pull up on your bitch and she say, he hell (He hell)

Outfit cost me thirty-five hundred (He hell)

Tennis shoes, twenty-eight hundred (He hell)

Ice on me, it's gonna be cold a summer (He hell)

She want me 'cause she know I get money (He hell)

Hundred-hundred pounds of gas, just landed on Conley (On Conley)

Ain't-ain't gotta touch it, I get white collar money (Stacks, hundreds)

Plain jane Sky-Dweller on my left arm (My Arm)

Six tennis chains, ****, I don't need no charm (Uh-uh)

Sixty-five pounds of gas and some zip locks (Zip locks)

Eyeball a bale, ****, I don't need a clock (I don't need a clock)

All this hatin' need to motherfuckin' stop (Need to stop)

**** don't wanna see me at the motherfuckin' top (Uh-uh)

So I keep on hustlin', I keep on stackin' (Wooh)

**** might just see me in traffic (Yeah)

Hundred round drum, that motherfucker tragic (Brrt)

I might pull up let the motherfucker have it (Yeah)

Whoo, ****, I been rich (Boom)

Whoo, yeah, you been a bitch (Yah)

Whoo, yeah, pull up in this (Yeah)

Skrrt, skrrt, you heard that shit (Vroom)

I was pullin' up when I ain't even have L's (L's)

Bale in the trunk, ****, screamin' "fuck twelve" (Fuck twelve)

Ordered up a hundred and they came in the mail (In the mail)

You can get 'em wholesale or get 'em retail (Retail)

My coupe matte black, inside seashell (Seashell)

Windows fishbowl and the motor V12 (V12)

Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail (Fishtail)

Pull up on your bitch and she say, he hell

Outfit-outfit cost me thirty-five hundred (He hell)

Tennis shoes, twenty-eight hundred (He hell)

Ice on me, it's gonna be cold a summer (He hell)

She want me 'cause she know I get money (He hell)

Twenty-four carat on this motherfuckin' ring

Got-got six in like I came off a team (Off a team)

I got a big rocket on me, call him Hakeem (Hakeem)

That motherfucker won't even fit in my jeans (My Jeans)

You know my pistols dirty, it got bad hygiene (Hygiene)

For sixteen-fifty I got bags of Irene (Irene)

CPN apartment ain't in my name (My name)

I bust a thousand scripts, do the numbers, you lame (Money)

Pull up in the benzo it ain't got no tints on it (Uh-uh)

Lil' bitch with me and she ain't in the friend zone (Wooh)

Followed my block then I ran in the End Zone (Wooh)

Sent 'em off Monday, boy, the pack should've been home

Twenty-five pounds of that Runtz and That Gushers (Yeah)

Chains on my neck, dancin' just like Usher (Bling)

Everytime you see a ****, boy, I'm ballin' like Rucker (Yeah)

I ran up a check pushin' weight like a trucker (Ooh)

All this money got these bitches on my bumper (Bumper)

****, I done hit more hoes then Brian Pumper (Brian Pumper)

My trap hit hard like a Vert' with three twelves (Three twelves)

Pull up in a VL with a V12 (Skrrt)

My coupe matte black, inside seashell (Seashell)

Windows fishbowl and the motor V12 (V12)

Barely hit the gas and the bitch fishtail (Fishtail)

Pull up on your bitch and she say, he hell (He hell)

Outfit cost me thirty-five hundred (He hell)

Tennis shoes, twenty-eight hundred (He hell)

Ice on me, it's gonna be cold a summer (He hell)

She want me 'cause she know I get money (He hell)