[Intro]
(What the fuck, Lema)

[Verse]

Play after play got me dancin' at the self-scan
Caught the bank by surprise, I always had the upper hand
Talkin' swipe scriptures in my music, you wouldn't understand
If this decline, I got a backup card in my other hand

Ain't got a dollar in your pocket, but your wrist icy
My Glock and credit cards hangin' out, I know your bitch like me
You don't make the same profit I do, you can't shit like me
Fucking that hoppin' ass n***a, when I shoot, I'm real Mickey
He say he don't wanna be me, but rappin' on my type beats
My life revolve around a laptop, so I type me
I got pape and you don't, I knew you wasn't gon' like mе
Big Draco hangin' out my backpack, don't fight me

Five hundred dollar Louis shirt, this ain't no whitе tee
Boujee bitch think she gon' get a Birkin, you not my wifey
She here to suck dick, swipe cards, and drive, please
Hit a bonus play, PNC, I did the high knees
Puffin' white runtz in the air, I'm lookin' Chinese
A groupie pulled up with her titties, said, "Can you sign these?" (Of course)
Bitch, can you drop this check? After we hit twenty plays together, tat me on your neck
My trigger finger itchin', got me double tappin' with a TEC
Here go some Soulja Lean, I lied and said it was some Tuss'
Grenade launcher on my shotgun, this is high-tech
Drop fifteen thousand in the club, I made a damn mess (Damn)
You sat there, watched those hoes pick it up
He so down bad, went to the store and tried to stick it up
This bitch wanna live my lifestyle, she said, "I'm rich and stuff"
When a junkie wanna shop with me, I hand him a long list of drugs
Percs, Adderall, Xans, what the fuck do you want? Opioids?
I got it all, bitch, it's all fentanyl, though