[Verse 1: Lil Wintr]
I got two phones trapping, I be flipping all these packs
Boy you is a stain, I be stacking all my racks
I got bitches in the whip and my money never lack
Popping percocets, sipping lean, taking tabs
Water on my neck, got the Henny in the back
Spending all these checks, got the bands in my hand
Clout up on my tracks, I be touring with my fans
Making all this bread, getting fame, that's the plan
Bitch I'm Lil Wintr, I be slangin' all this ice
Don't you think twice, watch my wrist, watch it shine, yeah
All my chains glisten, I might blind you in the eye
Copping all this dro got me high like a kite
Boy I got the gas, I be boolin' in the trap
Don't you fuck with gang unless you tryna get the cap
Pull up with my tool, I'mma shoot you with the strap
Wintr got the ice, I got diamonds on the mac

[Verse 2: Cholopunx]
Pull up on that pussy, 'cause I heard he on some sneak shit
Kick his fucking door for the dough, boy I need it
All these boys be sucking dick for clout, I swear they fiendin'
All my focus on the money, boy my diamonds blingin'
100 band account, shawty say I act brand new
All this gold around my neck, I got this shit from flipping juice
If I pull up on your block, then my brody gonna shoot
I might skrt out from the lot in a brand new Beamer coupe
Bitch I'm off the perc, I'mma fuck her till it squirt
Boy I had to run it up, I really got it from the dirt, yeah
Beef then it's on sight, three cities, one night
Boy my money right, this dope got me flying like kites
If I'm on the block I got that .30 and I spaz out
Pull up in some shit you can't afford, you know I cash out
I just be counting my bands, that bitch be fucking my friends
I just be counting up bands, you just want clout, but I want the ends

[Verse 3: Shiro]
I got bands on top of bands, tell me what you wanna do
Gucci on my body, got Raf Simons on my shoe
Fucking with me now, but back then we wasn't cool
Ain't give no fuck bout you, fuck your crew, bitch who are you
Riding in the Beamer, yeah lil' bitch I'm coming through
Used to be a loser, now I'm feeling fucking new
People hit me up, like can't believe it's really you
They looking at me now, all my hundreds fucking blue
Flip it like a Tre flip, I stay money making
Your hoe looking basic, my girl that's my baby
Flip it like a Tre flip, won't talk 'less you pay me
Y-3 on my feet, Designer jeans, I'm looking wavy
All these garments on my body, you know money made me
Your hoe hit me up on twitter, like lil' Shiro save me
Don't hit me up for shit unless you tryna pay me

[Verse 4: Marcelo]
Stacking all this bread, no you cannot have it
I been on the go, now I'm feeling lavish
Shawty call my phone, yeah she wanna have it
Riding in the coupe, tell me what you wanna do
I been stunting for my crew, I've been shining all these jewels
Make the headline, make the news
You or me, that bitch gon' choose
Cashing in that check, yeah that bitch gon' give me neck
Fuck the rest, just keep my set
I skrt off up in that jet
Skrt off up in that jet, yeah
Lil baby wanna ride up in the Benz, yeah yeah
Do it for my set, yeah
You know I'm counting bands in the back, yeah yeah
These people ain't gon' take it from me
I been working hard, yeah you know that it's true
All of that talk shit, I don't need none of that, keep it for you
Keep it for you, I ain't gon' lose
Keep it for you, I ain't gon' lose, no