[Chorus]
Finna kick down the door, I ain't knockin'
Came in that bitch with a rocket
She suck on the dick so long that it hurt, so I had to just tell that bitch stop it
10 racks in these one of my pockets
I had just got the ball, I won't drop it
Fuckin' that bitch from the back, turn her over, pull out and it bust in her sockets

[Verse]
Focus on me, give a fuck how you feel
Run up my racks, 'til that bitch hit a mil'
I got nine lives like I'm made out of steel
I'm still getting money, even before the deal
Like you, you and you, I'ma tell you again
I get more money than you and your friends
You gettin' to them racks, I'm the reason they asked
Gettin' to that bag, bitch fuck romance
You think you poppin', you not
Go check the stats, number one, that's my spot
Shittin' on [?], while you must have forgot
[?] is out here with these green and red dots
Got them gaspin' for air 'cause my foot on they neck
Everyone start shootin', everyone hit the deck
He was scared when he saw Brick came in with a TEC
Made in a day what you make in your every month check
I just hopped in the Benz and I go on the way, get them racks, with the gas to the floor
Focus on me, give a fuck 'bout a hoe
Been here my whole life, what the fuck you ain't know?
I just rolled up a three five, too high on the roll
Had came to your city, then brought out a show
In this shit for too long, it is my time to blow
Poured up a 4, now I'm movin' too slow