[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I can't let 'em down, the Glock got a drum, that's like fifty rounds
Pockets stuffed with the funds, Smithy hanging down
Make money for fun, ain't no playing round
I'm in love with the drugs and I'm geeking out
I smoke colorful runts, baby by the pound
I'm in the cut, I don't make a sound
Yeah, he'll give it up, yeah, we took him down
Babe I'm so high, I'm never coming down
Pass me the gas, I'll roll it up right now
That lil boy a rat, sung like a mouse
And I need these racks, finna slime him out
[?] I'm at, might have to climb him out
Ran off of that n***a, left him right there frownin
I might fuck yo bitch, n***a I be wildin
They will not leave, she be right there poutin
Yeah, this money pilin
[?]
I could make a few charges, give me an hour
[?] a n***a like a towel
This girl look designer, n***a, not no sour
Yeah, yeah, I'm never sour
Imma stay up, n***a, never downward
My drip is water, sound like a shower
[Outro]
(My drip is water, sound like a shower)
(Arms up, n***a, never downward)