I'm in a droptop Lamb
My chain, it's flooded like damn
I'm busy I'm chasin' the guap
I'm f*ckin' that bitch she on cam
I ran up my money, yeah
All this money, my pockets be flooded
Yeah I keep printin' the hundreds
That shit it mean nothin'
Oh you wanna talk about racks
I ain't talkin' about nothing
I'm minding my own f*ckin' business
My studio a kitchen
Bitch I'm hot and I'm fried, chicken
I just rolled a two.3 like Pippen
I ain't wifing a hoe if she strippin'
I'm tryna find me a hoe that shit tempting
That shit gonna be a ugly ending
Oh you the one talking bout money
That shit it mean nothing
I started from scratch, at the bottom
Now I done turned into something
Bitch I'm so hot like the sun
I'm keepin' a toolie, a gun
I'm runnin' my shit in a AMG
Keepin' the hundreds on me
Me and my brothers a f*ckin' army
Bitch you ugly, f*ck off me
I like bitches like I like my coffee
I ain't elaborating
F*ck, f*ck, yeah
I'm in the club with two
Poppin' bottles in the booth
Bitch I think I need more drank
Sippin' the fountain of youth
I'm off the NO2
Na I'm playing I kicked it
I ain't f*ckin' with a whippit
I'm smokin' that tree and I'm chillin'
Mfers really pillin'
Stop with the pillies
I'm whippin' I'm whippin' a Bentley
I'm covered in Fendi, covered in Prada
Covered in ice, covered in chains
Covered in white