[Chorus]
I just made a bag then I got it back
I just flipped a key now I got 5-0 on my ass
P-push start in the whip I just wanna do the dash
Wanna get that cash I don’t care about the catch

[Verse]
And I’m going too fast in the frisker
And I got yo girl calling me mister
And you know I’m in the cut like a blister
Money count it up yaa yaa

[Verse: 2]
In my bed wondering what it’s worth
I’ve been through the worst
And I know that it hurts but the money comes first
Now she talking to her friends and she saying I’m a jerk
Bitch I don't give a fuck I got nine on my shirt
Imma pop a flat ya ya ya
I’m still looking for a match ya yaa
I feel like I’m so far
Can I catch up?
I feel oh so injured
Don’t wanna patch up

[Chorus]
I just made a bag then I got it back
I just flipped a key now I got 5-0 on my ass
P-push start in the whip I just wanna do the dash
Wanna get that cash I don’t care about the catch