(Intro)
(Yeah, oh my, oh my god)

(Verse 1)
Talk to the money, that money my therapy
I put my heart and my Balenciaga in vietnamese (woah)
Pour me a cup mix it up with some remedy
Bitch goin’ out, you be out like benebis (ayyy—yo)
Locking the k i feel like i’m Kenny B
Be working so hard, i feel like it's 10 of me
Add it up, add it up, add it up, with them Kenny Beats
No new friends, everybody’s the enemy
We gotta run it up, run it up (run it up)
I gotta run it up, run it up (woah)
It seems like the closer i get, the harder it gets, i take all my feelings out (woo)
Malibu beach, Malibu streets, i think i need me a bigger house (woo)
We the flyest jets (woo), i got a new patekskii
Beamer to benz, beamer to Bentley (hey, hey)
Had to cut them off that shit was stressin’ me (stressing me)
She got Louis Vuitton she bleeding red feet (red feet)
I done put them on, look how they did me

(Verse 2)
Pull up in the flyest shit, me and my brothers be high as shit
It’s gon pay off in a year all the time i spent
Meet me in a year, and i’ll see you on some different shit
My hoes rock balenci, fuck the last gucci belts
I already said what i said, don’t wanna hear what you said that’s no time
I put on a whole lotta red, i put a whole lotta red in this motherfuckin’ guap (guap)
Doing your dance on the ground
Saying that my brothers are stars, he milly rock
I get sad at shore, huh, i spent bags at—uh
(Outro)
(Huh—oh),I gotta run it up run it up, (huh—oh), i gotta run it up run it up
Your bitch going down she devilish (oh-wow)
I’m doing me, feeling like i’ve done enough
I remember we were getting stacks for lunch
Now i just go to stacks for brunch (woah—oh)
I Call Of Duty, got packed a punched (woah)
Blowin’ that gas in my lungs (woo)