[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Woo

Yeah (yeah)

I got some racks on me (I got some racks on me)

I got your bitch on me, bitch on me (bitch on me)

We goin' outta state in different countries, yeah

We ridin' outta state in different countries, woah

I'm still pourin' up that drank my stomach on lean, yeah, damn

Take off in a fighter jet, the whip I'm drivin' today got wings

I made me a M by myself, ain't need no help, ain't got a degree

I'm pouring up wock not green

My girl getting old to me (yeah)

That money keep calling me (yeah)

Your girl wanna' follow me (yeah)

We at the top her hair flow through the wind

My money fly like Peter Pan

I just been ballin' I'm off X and Xans

If you talk too much I'on hear what you said

If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' hoe

If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' though

Thats's my mascot, yeah

I'm high off the drank I'm floatin', yeah

She wanna' go to the club with her friend

I'on stand in the line they know who I am

I'm a God and nigga got powers

Want a piece of my love it's sour

Tryna' keep up with us, with us

I got some dope in the swimsuit

And your girl on her knees getting blisters

This nigga acting stupid, yeah

You can hit with that cuban, yeah

My diamonds they wet like jacuzzis

Damn, she glowing up I fucked her and got her swag up

How you like it?

I got her Mom excited

She think I might go on a diet

My pocket be starting to riot

Woah, she think that she is the one, had to let her know

Don't got a safety on my gun, I might let it blow

I feel like Denzel Washington in training day on that road

I spent ten racks at the Louis store we on rodeo

[?]

I want the money not fame

Take a break from everything

Ain't trippin' I still got paid

When I put these racks on me

I putting diamonds on her feet

She want me alone, quarantine

She wanna' hold hands on the beach

I'm not beefing with niggas under me

Get your bag up

She love fuckin with broke ass niggas

I love fucking on bad sluts

Is this the life she want?

I gave her the wood now she gone

Watch my money [?]

[Chorus]

Yeah (yeah)

I got some racks on me (I got some racks on me)

I got your bitch on me (bitch on me)

We goin' outta state in different countries, yeah

We ridin' outta state in different countries, woah

I'm still pourin' up that drank my stomach on lean, yeah, damn

Take off in a fighter jet, the whip I'm drivin' today got wings

I made me a M by myself, ain't need no help, ain't got a degree

I'm pouring up wock not green

My girl getting old to me (yeah)

That money keep calling me (yeah)

Your girl wanna' follow me (yeah)

We at the top her hair flow through the wind

My money fly like Peter Pan

I just been ballin' I'm off X and Xans

If you talk too much I'on hear what you said

If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' hoe

If you talk too much I'on hear what you sayin' though