[Chorus]
I got the Rolls Royce full of bad bitches when I walk out the bank
I don't need to measure when I pour up, I drink way more than you think
In the big boy, doors fold back, all I gotta do is drop a bank
I don't want no change
Get rich, kick shit, gang gang
So damn lit, my chain swing
Models and bottles with cocaine
Really rich with three foreign things
X and wraps, let's play a game
Get with this shit, say my name
I go straight to some bitch and walk out the bank
I dropped a eight in one drink
Then hop in the rose gold Wraith

[Verse]
I'm on the keys, so lit, bitches and the baddies
As soon as I walk out the bank, I get to spazzing
I get to pouring up the drink, no measurement
I'm so lit, the shit I do is not average
Louis V suitcase out the bank
Go straight to some hoes and drink
I done fucked around and caught me an exotic bitch
I can't even pronounce her name
Compared to the Rolls Royce
Bad ass plain Jane
I'm lit like the hot torch
I know them n***as know the name