[Intro]
I'm in this bih I'm scrolling on Twitter right now n***a
I love my old account this shit got me mad as fuck
Clayco on the beat

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, boomerang money come back to me
Yes I run through the racks, just like athletes
Bitch I'm smoking on exotic gasoline
No I don't know that hoe, why you asking me?
Yeah, and I'm coming through with a classy bitch
Rocking Air Force 1s these some classic kicks n***a
I talk money, not fashion, bitch n***a
But I can't cap I be dabbing, bitch n***a
Yeah, so I talk my shit
Yea, early morning bitch I woke up lit
My hair hang long like a real bad bitch
Got a purple iPhone, full of real bad bitches
Tell the bird fly home, 'cause she act like a pigeon
When I come through all these people taking pictures
When I come through all these bitches blowing kisses
And these pants Ricky, I forgot to mention
Money dance n***a, these racks they got me jigging
I'm geeked up n***a, whole 'nother dimension
And I don't talk much, 'cause these n***as don't listen
Two iPhones, n***a, and they be getting
Me money
Come through, n***a, I be mean mugging

[Verse]
We havin' racks, don't tell bitch (Shhh)
Keep quiet, I buy you Chanel shit
I'm rocking 1 of 1 kiss hotel drip
Bitch I'm 1 of 1 you can't tell bitch? (Huh? Bitch)
I walk in there geeked up, I can't help it
New pack in, say "hi" to the mailman
Hi tech red, yea n***a, I sip that
Damn, that's your bitch, young n***a, I hit that (Yea, okay)

[Bridge]
Bring that bitch back in (Okay, yea, fasho)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, boomerang money come back to me
Yes I run through the racks, just like athletes
Bitch I'm smoking on exotic gasoline
No I don't know that hoe, why you asking me?
Yeah, and I'm coming through with a classy bitch
Rocking Air Force 1s these some classic kicks n***a
I talk money, not fashion, bitch n***a
But I can't cap I be dabbing, bitch n***a
Yeah, so I talk my shit
Yea, early morning bitch I woke up lit
My hair hang long like a real bad bitch
Got a purple iPhone, full of real bad bitches
Tell the bird fly home, 'cause she act like a pigeon
When I come through all these people taking pictures
When I come through all these bitches blowing kisses
And these pants Ricky, I forgot to mention
Money dance n***a, these racks they got me jigging
I'm geeked up n***a, whole 'nother dimension
And I don't talk much, 'cause these n***as don't listen
Two iPhones, n***a, and they be getting
Me money
Come through, n***a, I be mean mugging

[Outro]
On god, better tell them fuck n***as
Clayco on the beat