[Verse 1: Coach Joey]

Gucci shirt, Gucci belt, Gucci bag, bitch

He love the way I rap, but say I act different

I be up all night, shit, I trap different

Raff Simans on my shoes, bitch, my swag different

I be talking to these hoes, like I'm godsendYou never fucked my bitch

I be talking to these hoes, like I ain't got cents

You never fucked my bitch, I'm the first one in her

You never seen these jeans, these premium denom

I be feeling like an ape with this bape on

I be feeling like I'm Trey, with all these fucking songs

I bought so many rolies, I love rolie fashion

When I cash them all in, I buy a big ass mansion

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]

I got the low, I got the low, I got the low, yeah

Get to the bag, get to the bag, get to the bag, yeah

Fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, yeah

Dripping in swag, dripping in swag, dripping in swag, yeah

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]

I be feeling like a boss, all these niggas workers

They be [?] boys is chirping

She heard I was the wave, now she wanna surf me

Me and Joey in that Phantom, brodie, close the curtains

Ride around dumping, like the trash man

Whole team toating choppers, like it's Bagddad

This shit ain't even fun, we been had cash

Said fuck it, bought a yacht on my last bag

Supreme T, Supreme weed, Supreme Louis V

[?] stuffed in the sleve, make some room for me

Racks stuffed in my jeans, make your lady cheat

Man, this shit done got colossal, let my niggas eat

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]

I got the low, I got the low, I got the low, yeah

Get to the bag, get to the bag, get to the bag, yeah

Fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, yeah

Dripping in swag, dripping in swag, dripping in swag, yeah

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]

It's Philthy

Look

Designer on a nigga mismatched, me and your nigga a mismatch

Pillo talking like a dispatch, he been begging me for his bitch back

A hundred pare of red bottoms in my closet, I don't even wear them twice

Reservation at Ocean Prime, [?]

[?] on my left wrist, that motherfucker cost 80 thou

Getting off with my ex bitch, I done made a mess and left [?]

Bad bitch off the location, told a bitch I got no pationts

Pass a bitch like a backwood, I'ma put the ho up in rotation

Versace belt cost 1200

Detroit niggas getting real money

Your baby daddy looking real bummy

[?] tax money

[?] jeans with the [?] coat

Got a bad bitch, she a centerfold

They ain't know me when I was really broke

Lost everything on a 10 to 4

It's Philthy

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]

I got the low, I got the low, I got the low, yeah

Get to the bag, get to the bag, get to the bag, yeah

Fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, yeah

Dripping in swag, dripping in swag, dripping in swag, yeah