[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
I can make my pockets grow, I'm a magician
I'm a young n***a that's important, so she listen
You may sip a little juice, but my pop darker
Wearing Dolce Gabbana, trying to dodge Bob Barker
I can make my pockets grow, I'm a magician
I'm a young n***a that's important, so she listen
You may sip a little juice, but my pop darker
Wearing Dolce Gabbana, trying to dodge Bob Barker

[Verse 1: R3 Da Chillliman]
Run this bitch into a wall, be blamming coupes
Who got some trips? Who got some wok? I'm obsessed with juice
My diamonds hitting off the light, doing their favorite moves
He come here flashing off his grams, we snatch his jewels
I had no other option, I had to get somе dough
You want a n***a that's balling, or a n***a that's broke?
All my homies got on ice, likе we playing in the snow
N***as be talking dogshit, and ain't got no loaf
I can take you to my jeweler, put your neck on freeze
1911 in my coat, don't make me squeeze
Free for all, I'm probably tucking when we hitting licks
We'll leave your brains in your Beamer, come test my Crip's
I be slurring when I talk, I drink a lot of lean
I don't like to run, I thank god the Glock got a beam
Gabbana everything, I don't wanna see no Bob Barker
Bitch know I'm important, she on my dick like Nikki Parker
If he think he tough, tell that n***a come test the waters
You can keep your Hellcat, this benz got a supercharger
Bands busting out my pockets, I'm doing magic tricks
You ain't dropped a four, your pop too light, you ain't feeling shit
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
I can make my pockets grow, I'm a magician
I'm a young n***a that's important, so she listen
You may sip a little juice, but my pop darker
Wearing Dolce Gabbana, trying to dodge Bob Barker
I can make my pockets grow, I'm a magician
I'm a young n***a that's important, so she listen
You may sip a little juice, but my pop darker
Wearing Dolce Gabbana, trying to dodge Bob Barker

[Verse 2: Remble]
It's Remble
It was Givenchy on my kicks, in the Bally store
I let the bitches follow me, I don't add the whores
These n***as pop it on the gram but don't pop no blowers
A disrespectful young n***a, I'm slapping elders
In the field catching packs, I'm Raymond Weber
I can lead you to a bag with no discussion
The plug told me fifteen hundred, I told him run it
I just made a hundred bands, don't tell me nothing
The opps had they guns out, like they felt me coming
If you see me creeping up, don't think I'm bluffing
I just punt-kicked his head, I'm Randy Orton
She sucked my dick from the night until the morning
They don't even pop it no more, and I'll still shit on them
I brought my n***as in here with me, and they will get on you
I got a chopper with COVID, and it will spit on you
The type of people I hang with really kill opponents
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
I can make my pockets grow, I'm a magician
I'm a young n***a that's important, so she listen
You may sip a little juice, but my pop darker
Wearing Dolce Gabbana, trying to dodge Bob Barker
I can make my pockets grow, I'm a magician
I'm a young n***a that's important, so she listen
You may sip a little juice, but my pop darker
Wearing Dolce Gabbana, trying to dodge Bob Barker