[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the trap house posted with the shooters

[Chorus]
Talking 'bout money, n***a, let's get to it, yeah
Big racks hanging out these 10k Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the trap house posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole QP
Heard a pussy n***a want smoke, tell him, "Let's do it"
Know the bitch wanna fuck, told her, "Let's get to it," yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the bitch but that lil' ho just blew it
Went and copped the Rick, told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See I'm winning, bitch, and these n***as be losing
Keep it real, lil' bitch, and that shit in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these n***as racks, I can't even use 'em

[Verse]
[?] drip closet like a museum
When we in this bitch, all these hoes be choosin'
I don't know this n***a, I'm like, "Who is you?"
All these bird bitches, call them bitches toucans
I just did the Raf, n***a, I don't do Vans
I'm not good at math, n***a, I just do bands
And I run it up, think I need some track pants
Geeking out with plugs, n***a, I don't do friends
And I still love the drugs but I do not do Xans
And when she suck me up, know she using two hands
Yes, I do what I want, n***a, fuck what you said
And I just sent her home, she said she don't do head
I might make a new song thumbin' through some new bread (I'm doing this shit right now n***a, no cap)
Having hella fifties, n***a, I want some blue bread
They told me run it up, young n***a do that
We be punching shit until it turn blue blood
We get money bitch, damn I thought you knew that
Damn, I took your bitch, you can't have your boo back
Rolling with the gang [?]
And I put my things in my fucking ghoul bag
Tryna cross the gang, n***a, I wouldn't do that
She want diamond rings n***a and some new fashion
And I'm Lonely, yes, bitch, I can do magic
If it's 'bout a check, n***a, I'ma make it happen
[Chorus]
Talking 'bout money, n***a, let's get to it, yeah
Big racks hanging out these 10k Ksubis
And the top floor looking like a movie
Yeah, I'm in the trap house posted with the shooters
And I'm on the West Coast smoking Backwoods
Whole lotta gas, we done smoked a whole QP
Heard a pussy n***a want smoke, tell him, "Let's do it"
Know the bitch wanna fuck, told her, "Let's get to it," yeah
I'm sipping on purple fluid
Would've cuffed the bitch but that lil' ho just blew it
Went and copped the Rick, told myself I would do it
Finna cop a stick and go practice my shooting
See I'm winning bitch and these n***as be losing
Keep it real, lil' bitch, and that shit in my music
Running up the racks saying hallelujah
No these n***as racks, I can't even use 'em

[Outro]
(Top floor looking like a movie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Trap house posted with the shooters)
Yeah
(Talking 'bout money, yeah, n***a, let's do it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah