*High pitched kid*:

(Cash money baby)

All my n*ggas, ballin' like curry
Yeah bitch, mix that bitch like a McFlurry
Damn my chains, I see I'm lookin' furry. (aye)
(uhuh)
Your bish she is she perdy (perdy)
N*gga, hurry (damn)
I promise you I'll pop you like I'm curry (damn x2)
Yeah, boy your dime is blurry (damn)
Yeah
Sippin' on that dirty (Damn)
Put out that thirty
Damn
Make your ass fuckin' hurry (talkin')
No your ass ain't fuckin talkin, pour out the
Grra grra grra at ya gla (gla) (talkin')
(damn) pull out that rocket, make yo' ass fly
Like bye heh heh

*Deeper voiced kid*:

So gone, boy I'm not even walkin'
And we could fight, cuz I'm not about that talkin
One punch now I gotcho ass fallin
Money longs as fuck, bitch I'm always ballin'
Fine ass bitches boy they always fuckin callin'
Yeah
Bitch you needa stop it
Bitch you needa stop it yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Erbin text with ya, thats where I stay
Look at my shoes, cause they all rockin' chains
Don't get too comfortable, I'll shoot ya in ya brain
So much ice, like I hid a ligga on some trains
You call that money boy I call that pocket change
AK40, Uzie same thang (yeah)
They both go bang, shoot ya in ya brain
In Arrari with yo bitch god damn
God damn
Swervin out the private plane