[Verse 1: Bravo the Bagchaser & Peso Peso]
Ayy, I'm countin' racks in the Benz
I'm tryna get rich, do you understand me?
You ain't never hit a lick, n***a, stop cappin'
'Fore the rap chase a stack, couldn't stop stackin' (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
Sold a hundred dance, Wayne gallery fashion
Clout chasin' got the n***a killed for a caption
Ayy, where your blower at? N***as in the hood lackin'
I'm in the trap, got a five back from this rap shit

[Verse 3: R3 Da Chilliman]
Rose gold everything, bitch, I'm fully bust
Black Glock, I'm on feet when I'm creepin' up
Penny-pinchin'-ass n***a, go blow it back
Hop out empty clips, shoot the whole mag

[Verse 4: Bravo the Bagchaser & Peso Peso]
Hop out, get to work, bitch, we stay busy
On my way to the show, bought a new glizzy
Dropped some molly in my drank, I'm finna act out
N***as say they gettin' money, but I can't tell
Got my doggy for a body, he got no bail
Shawty got some good pussy, it got no smеll (Ayy)
[Verse 5: Peso Peso]
Just sent an opp the other way, n***a, oh wеll
Two twenty-three, turn his brain into Rotel
Don't give a fuck where I'm at, boy, my coat sells
I need cash, no Cash App, no Zelle
I put an opp on a plate and I clean it up
Just sold a lil' ten pack in a Beamer truck

[Verse 6: R3 Da Chilliman]
Broke n***as talkin' crazy, got me agitated
Two Percs, a deuce of Wock got me activated
Blew dubs inside of Saks and we'd touch the pape'
Sell pounds and kick doors, I be draggin' safes
Broad day shoot shots, he better get low
I just sold him fifty bugs, he need ten more
Can tell the time inside my watch 'cause it's rocks on it
That bitch bad, pussy fat, I'ma pour some Wock on it

[Verse 7: Bravo the Bagchaser, Peso Peso & R3 Da Chilliman]
Fucked around, started rappin', I'm a dog with this shit
Pocket full of rubbers, raw dog in a bitch
Pull up, Maybach clean while I'm coppin' mid
Real might have the same Glocks, 'cept mine got a switch
Just like Mike, bitch, we all sellin' pit
VVS diamonds, ain't no flaw in my wrist