[hook]
I got a hundred its nothing
I took a flight out to London
Boy you cappin you frontin
Trackstar I seen you running
Iced out my skeleton I am not telling him
Shoutout to blanco I ride with them Mexicans
Put her to sleep
This dick is a seditive I can't be friends with you im to competive
I put ice on my chain
Shorty ride with the gang
I want money no fame
Oh you funny so lame yeah I ride with no plates
No face no case
Yo safe house ain't safe so you better find a new place

[verse]
I don't bang I don't wave no flag I just chase the bag
Gucci rags and them Louis Rags think i'm finna spazz
She on 10 put yo thot on blast I put yo thot on blast Talking money yeah im talkin cash yeah im talkin cash
I done had money stacks bigger than you ah oh
I do what it do Cartier Hendrix the voice of the youth all the og's call that n***a the truth
Lil baby gone blow like a flute she couldn't get me so she settled for you
Don't be mad because you know its the truth
Up that chop I do what it do