[Intro]
Yeah, n***as know what's gonna happen when we hit the stu you dig?
Yung Dutch!

[Verse 1]
Walking around with them bills
But we not in Cancun
I done be in Jersey
I be chillin' with them goons
Y'all n***as is pussy
I look at y'all like food
If you in my way
Then you n***as really done
Smoking on this kush
High like a balloon
Paid for a Wesson
And I got a private room
Took your hoe inside
You know what I'm abouta do
When I'm done with her, I'ma pass her to the crew
Rent you from the bank
I got a pocket full of blues
Look down on my watch
These exclusive jewels
Took her on a date
But we went to Jamba Juice

[Verse 2]
All I ever cared about was getting to that money
Cause in eighth grade, I used to dress up bummy (bummy)
These Balenciagas
These are Mike Amiris
Say it louder for them n***as that ain't get to hear me
Counting up these bands while I was selling keys
With the foreign off the lot and I ain't sign the lease
N***as ask for handouts
Ugh, boy, please
Got your niece up on her knees
Your mother on her knees
God damn n***a
You got one twisted family
Got this designer Fendi jacket
We ain't repping Bs
Got a couple looks
But I never threw them Cs
Shoutout to them n***as that was with me in the streets
N***as don't know what I been through
Smoking on this pack, I stay cool
Undefeatable, I can't lose
Gucci something on my shoes
I'm that n***as on my noose
Drunk as fuck off this booze
Serve right in that sus move
Ball out on these n***as like I'm Cruz