[Intro]
Another one

[Chorus]
It's so cold so let's go to Sin City
I can't go long I want you to swim with me
Inch back on me, and talk with me
I don't give a fuck, I think you was mad for me
The Jag came in ready (Ooh)
Money fallin' out my pockets, wait I might stop that (Stop That)
She's hot and ready to take off like a rocket
I got everything that she wanted
Now I, (Ooh) Now I want more
I'm in the back, in the trap countin' racks up
Now I got a killer, they don't call backup
Class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up

[Verse]
(Mmm) (Mmm)
Get the fuck up out your spot if you ain't gettin' your racks up
Don't let brodie go broke, I got place for hella masks up
I got angels over me, ain't talkin' to your pastor
I hit that bitch from the back and then turn to Casper
I'm going longer and sure that shit faster
This my only way out, I ain't got a backup
I be gettin' sidetracked just to get my stack up
Imma take a day off, that shit doesn't matter
I wanna fuck foreigners because that ass is fatter
I wanna get a new whip and make her call me master
I ain't got no limit, I ain't finna slow down
Know a bitch named Mary, and you know she go 'round
There's some n***as I don't like, so I keep my pole 'round
N***as got potential, I hope he put the snow down
Can't control a n***a, I'm focused on my own route
[Chorus]
It's so cold so let's go to Sin City
I can't go long I want you to swim with me
Inch back on me, and talk with me
I don't give a fuck, I think you was mad for me
The Jag came in ready (Ooh)
Money fallin' out my pockets, wait I might stop that (Stop That)
She's hot and ready to take off like a rocket
I got everything that she wanted
Now I, (Ooh) Now I want more
I'm in the back, in the trap countin' racks up
Now I got a killer, they don't call backup
Class full of shooters, everybody get your bags up