[Verse]
Got a QP of that killa, hit the lab with my n***a
He don't rap, he just be chillin', but he bring through hella bitches
Did my thing, made millions, and continued, still in it
Just ordered four mo' cars, got my driveway extended
Shoutout them bitches, if they your bitches
Shoutout them n***as, if they your n***as
On switches from the fifties, I ain't scared to hit it
Steady dipping', flippin' through them benjis, record dealing—
Like drugs, nobody do it how we does, they gotta fuck with us
Scratch off tickets, that's all gimmicks
Forty-eight minutes, play it to the finish, claim my pendant
Name me a winner, namе me that n***a
Eastside Andretti, somе cars I bought, and forgotI bought 'em already
That's how I end up with three Bentleys
In a warehouse sitting, I don't even be fuckin with 'em
Couple bottles of Belaire rose, almost froze
It was like a slushy came out when it poured
She tryna fuck, is what she told, she knew what she want, she grown
You look around for her and she gone
Sunroof open, brains blown, Pulp Fiction
Some situations deserve a fixer
Disappeared him at the industry mixer, nobody missed him
(Nobody was trippin')

[Outro]
Chevy's on switches
Smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, we could always
Rule number one, don't talk about me
She said she tryna make me rich, that's what they all say
Shoutout them bitches, if they your bitches
Shoutout them n***as, if they your n***as