[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm not Yeat but I go hard on these beats, on God (Damn)
Posted up with Oz (Yeah), free bro out the slammer (Yeah)
Fucked yo' ho on camera (Yeah)
Got more hoes than Santa
Yeah
She said I'm that n***a, on God (Damn)
I got them bills and they red
Hit from the back and I got ya ho singin'
She like "ooh, ooh"
Countin' all these racks, n***a, who the fuck are you?
I don't pour no fours, n***a, I just smoke the boof (Damn)
Fuck yo' boyfriend, he a goof n***a (He a goof)
Yeah, none of you n***as for real gettin' racks
I was gettin' racks since I was like fourteen
Go get up and get some cash

[Bridge]
(Mhm, mhm)
(Mhm, mhm)
(Mhm, damn)
(Damn, damn, run that shit back, n***a)
[Verse 2]
She like you but she know you not me, on God (Yeah)
N***a, I feel like Magic the way I be ballin' and fuckin' these broads (Feel like Magic)
N***a's can't have it, she for the streets, n***a, on God
Paper on paper, I have it
Money countin', that's a havoc
N***a, stack it
N***a, stack it (Stack the fuckin' bands, n***a)
I don't rep with no n***as with 12
N***as know I'll never rat, yeah
One year later, still on the same shit, send it back like Bam, yeah