( Eera, Eera )
Hm, Yeah Yeah
Hm, Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Hm, Yeah Yeah
Pasto Flocco yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I get so much money they putting 3 commas
Yeah I ain't for none of the drama
Harry gon' pull up you know he gon' pop em'
Fuck all the ops, keep a tec in my locker
Bitches wanna fuck me now
Cause I got a little bit of clout
I was just a born n***a for the clout
I was dreaming so high in the clouds

Started thinking, I'm thinking out loud
Choppa go boom grr pow
My number I changed it deleting it now
You n***as is snakes, I give em' fake smiles
Boy you switched up, digital money with it, oh yeah
Bouta blow now, now my pockets filled with cheese, oh yeah

I get so much money they putting 3 commas
Yeah I ain't for none of the drama
Harry gon' pull up you know he gon' pop em'
F-Fuck all the ops, keep a tec in my locker
I get so much money they putting 3 commas
Yeah I ain't for none of the drama
Harry gon' pull up you know he gon' pop em'
Fuck all the ops, keep a tec in my locker