[Intro: Yung Webz]
(Yuh, yuh, mhm)
Trap monkey, Trap monkey
Trap money, Trap money

[Verse 1: Yung Webz]
So, I was walking down the street with a .44
Hide it in my pocket
Straight hunnids, like shit, run it
Pull up in the honda focus, with a monkey
In the fuckin' pocus hocus pocus

Pull up wit the drip, she a peng ting
Your man said it's a wifey ting

No woman treated like a queen
And I'm lazy like quarantine
And I got the spring on me
Yeah you know I keep it clean

Can't pull up on me
Cause I got the fuckin' monkeys in the trunk

[Verse 2: Fire Octagon]
(Yo, woah)
Monkeys going up and down like an elevator
My music going up like an escalator
Yeah, see you later
Oh, later hater
I got more fuckin' green than a gator
And I ball like the Lakers (goddamn)
I feel like a skater