[Hook]
Swear to god imma shoot if you talk to my bitch
I can’t fuck with that n***a cause that n***a is a snitch
Within the next five years, yeah I swear I’ll be rich
I get money and they hate me swear to god I’m a glitch
I got money in the bank, swear to god I got bands
I don’t wanna talk it out little n***a, I wanna throw hands
You n***as are my family, you’re not no regular fans
Ima go to the dealership, cop Mercedes Benz

[Verse 1]
Ice on my neck and a Glock on my hip
Let this choppa hit your body swear to god I’ll make it flip
You know I got the water, you know I stay with the drip
I ain’t talking Beyblade but I’m finna let it rip
We got all the bands, n***a we got all the bills
Within the next 10 years ima live in the hills
Got the iced out rolex, with the iced out grillz
You a broke ass n***a and I swear you got no skills
We got money, we got bands
We got money, we got bands
We got money, we got bands (yeah yeah)
We got money, we got bands (yeah yeah)

[Hook]
Swear to god imma shoot if you talk to my bitch
I can’t fuck with that n***a cause that n***a is a snitch
Within the next five years, yeah I swear I’ll be rich
I get money and they hate me swear to god I’m a glitch
I got money in the bank, swear to god I got bands
I don’t wanna talk it out little n***a, I wanna throw hands
You n***as are my family, you’re not no regular fans
Ima go to the dealership, cop Mercedes Benz
[Verse 2]
Iced out Rolex
Iced out Rolex
Iced out Rolex
Iced out Rolex
We got bands, we got drip
We got bands, we got drip
Ima bust you like a lip
Ima bust you like a lip
Wearing blue, ain’t no Crip
Wearing blue, ain’t no Crip
I say Full Auto cause I got the Autotune
I stare at the sun and I relate to the moon
I been getting high, you can call me a balloon
You n***as got Corona and I swear that I’m immune

[Hook]
Swear to god imma shoot if you talk to my bitch
I can’t fuck with that n***a cause that n***a is a snitch
Within the next five years, yeah I swear I’ll be rich
I get money and they hate me swear to god I’m a glitch
I got money in the bank, swear to god I got bands
I don’t wanna talk it out little n***a, I wanna throw hands
You n***as are my family, you’re not no regular fans
Ima go to the dealership, cop Mercedes Benz