(uh uh, fih! fih!)
(what, what?)
(squad squad)
(squad, squad, squad!)
(uhh uh uh)
(uh, yeah!)
(yeah)
(uhh uh uh)
Yeah
Uh
Bitch
Bitch, I told them, that I'm really next up
A-a-all my pockets way too heavy, bitch, I'm tryna flex up
M-Yeah
My bands ain't hit the gym, you ain't get no checks, bra
Talkin' bout them racks, yeah, you know I need it
Hop up on that jet and I might fly to see ya
Yeah, Soon enough, really, it's gon' be my season
I'm just tryna get these racks, I don't got no reason
Y-yeah
Yeah
Uh
Pop out with some diamonds, boy they lookin, way too f*ckin' clean
L-lookin' at my bank statement, all I see is blue and green
Talkin' bout them racks, but I want more, I might need a routine
Yeah, yeah
(bitch)
And I be too turnt, for my crib, it don't got no ceiling
C-c-countin up these M's, yeah, yeah, Like it's a lil feelin, yeah
She want pull up to the crib, you know I'm chi-yeah
Hop up in the jet, bitch, I been on top
B-bitch!
Lower down your tone when you f*ckin' talk
Lookin' at my fit, I know it's a lot
Balenci my kicks when I f*ckin' walk
(what?)
Yeah
Uh
B-bitch, I told them, that I'm really next up
A-a-all my pockets way too heavy, bitch, I'm tryna flex up
M-Yeah
My bands ain't hit the gym, you ain't get no check-