[Intro]
What are you doing here?
Rari, rari, rari, rari
Go, go, go, okay
In my hummer, shorty, rock with me
I'm pulling up
Swerving Gucci hummers, come and rock with me

[Hook]
In my hummer tank, in my hummer tank, hummer tank
In my hummer tank, in my hummer tank, hummer tank
With some soldiers (skrt, skrt, skrt)
Goth Money soldiers
(Hey, bro, pull over real quick)
In my hummer tank, in my hummer tank, hummer tank
In my hummer tank, in my hummer tank, hummer tank
With some soldiers (soldiers)
(Hey, bro, pull over real quick)
Goth Money soldiers
(Hey, bro, pull over real quick)

[Verse]
Hey, pull over
Feet up, I’m smokin' doja, I told ya
With some G-O-T-H MONEY fuckin' soldiers
Got my shorty slangin’ white, that's that Cola
Wrist twerkin'
Boys on the dirtroad with that AK, wrist hurtin'
Motorola twerkin'
And I feel like Juvenile
Pull up in a Hummer, hoes like "wow"
Bitch, I'm shinin', bling, bling, blaow
All my n***as with the shits
Baggin' up 10s, tryin’ to cop a fuckin’ Benz
Droppin' ashes on my Timbs
Pull up in a H1 Hummer with the Gucci clips
Chillin’ with young Thizzle off my script
Swervin' off to Richmond with the shits
Thuggin' with my priceless gudda witch
Soldier rag hang off the extended clip
Switch lanes
Twerkin' Motorola, sellin’ addy like cocaine
H1 Hummer, fuck a Range
Soldier rag around my neck, smoke kush pack in the rain
I'm a soldier
G-O-T-H M-O-N-E-MONEY fuckin' soldier
And my n***a, I sell drugs
In a H1 Hummer, blow doja