Yeah, I just hit the ATM and took all of the cash out it
Lil' bitch started shakin' ass when she seen all the cash pilin
A bro park the whip, I swear to God, I think the feds watchin
Lil' bro hit a opp, I called to play, I feel like Greg Popo
I told bro to grab the Glock, cause I can't live without it
Stuff the money in the bag, cause I can't use no f*ckin' wallet
So much cash inside my jeans, I ripped a hole inside my pocket
I'm in Houston with the three they thought that I played for the Rockets
Yeah, that nigga runnin, I know that that nigga feet hurt
Spilled the Wocky all over my Louis V shirt
Park the whip, we gotta go fill the V first
Before we put this nigga all over a T-shirt
Grab the rod, I'm tryna reel him in
We just bent his block with 20 niggas in a Sprinter van
All black suburban, like a business man
Bro just popped a pill, he tryna kill a man
Yeah, that Wockiana, I can't sleep without it
Glock gon' hit your top and knock the sonic coins up out you
Bitin' on these diamonds, got my f*ckin' teeth hurt
Speedin' on the E-way, you could hear that f*ckin' V-skirt
Christian Dior, Louis Denims, bitch, I'm comin' trim
Grab that switch and hit his hat, you know we knockin' off that brim
Yeah, that pussy nigga, think he him
Tell lil' bro grab the drac and get to choppin' off his limbs
Yeah, I made a play off in that field like 88
I turn around and shoot this bitch and fade away
Big-ass Glock with a beam, I'm tryna save the day
Pulled up in two Burbans, back-to-back like Drake