[Intro]
(BenjiCold, why you icey?)
(Oh, you want the drank method?)
(Uh huh, yeah, oh you want the drank method?)
(Yeah, I remember, okay)
Uh huh (Uh huh, bitch)

[Chorus]
Oh, you want the drank method?
That's gonna cost about ten bands
Tryna jump me? I got ten hands
Come buy you a verse, I don't scam fans
Put that boy in the dirt with his damn mans
Didn't think I would do it but I can
Hoes be acting like critics, they Fantan
Had to paint a picture like I'm Guelz Santan
I got a plug serving grape leaves then I ran
He tryna tax me for like fifty a gram
Well that's 'bout the same as a BenjiCold beat
So don't be surprised if you see mе with heat
Rolling tiramisu with the funnel and sheets
I been on a mission likе strangers and freaks
Your music is mid, it could use a few tweaks
Took a trip to Miami, could use a few weeks
Had to beat his bitch ass, he been selling my leaks
[Verse]
'Bout to pour up this Tris in cranberry Sprite
We up at Ruth's Chris, ain't fucking with night
I'm setting a blitz and leaving 'em tight
You Fortunato that I'm treating you Lite
I hit the lotto with this bitch, I'ma pipe
In the Eldorado when I leave, out of sight
I don't sip Moscato, that ain't really my type
And I feel like Trouble when I thief in the night
Prada, Chanel, Gucci, Yves Saint Laurent
Got an Arc'teryx jacket when it get cold
'Cause I know these bitches really wanna go and see me
Had a discussion with a label, I had to turn they ass down
Yeah, I got these drums like percussion
I'm banging shit but don't make no sound
And I feel like 10k 'cause I Luh Da Sound
Moving like I'm broke, baby going 'round and 'round
Fuck a Glock, put him in the Octagon, make him pound for pound
Throwing bulls in this bitch like I'm Josh McCown
If you're gonna make a bank play
At least let me get half 'cause I know my worth
Connect and he posted in [?]
Brodie in too deep, I don't wanna have to work

[Chorus]
Oh, you want the drank method?
That's gonna cost about ten bands
Tryna jump me? I got ten hands
Come buy you a verse, I don't scam fans
Put that boy in the dirt with his damn mans
Didn't think I would do it but I can
Hoes be acting like critics, they Fantan
Had to paint a picture like I'm Guelz Santan
I got a plug serving grape leaves then I ran
He tryna tax me for like fifty a gram
Well that's 'bout the same as a BenjiCold beat
So don't be surprised if you see me with heat
Rolling tiramisu with the funnel and sheets
I been on a mission like strangers and freaks
Your music is mid, it could use a few tweaks
Took a trip to Miami, could use a few weeks
Had to beat his bitch ass, he been selling my leaks