[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Yeah, yeah
Woah
Woah

[Chorus]
I been walking 'round with like 2 racks inside my jeans
If he wanna try me, keep a pistol in the Beam
Countin' up these racks, I'm colorblind, green is all I see
Laughin' to the bank, withdraw 100k and then I leave
Made 100 bands, ain't need a job, I ain't talking Steve
Bitch I'm countin' up this bread, countin' up this cheese
Hit up Johnny Dang and now my wrist on freeze
Drive by in the coupe, you gon' fucking feel the breeze

[Verse]
Bitch we airin' out the room and I ain't talkin' bout Febreze
Spent 400k on a whip, ain't got no keys
Walk into the mall it's the Truey that I fiend
Walk up into True, spend 300 on the jeans
(Tr-Tr-True Religion fiend)
Hop up in a Lamb' and I'm swervin' off the lot
And I ain't 21, still did a lot
Call these bullets Cheetos, they flamin' hot
You don't want no smoke with me, no, you gon' get shot
Imma pull up with a blick, you don't want no smoke
Count up 50k after finishing a show
If we talkin' bout the cash, know I got loads
When I make it you know I ain't gon' forget my bros
[Chorus]
I been walking 'round with like 2 racks inside my jeans
If he wanna try me, keep a pistol in the Beam
Countin' up these racks, I'm colorblind, green is all I see
Laughin' to the bank, withdraw 100k and then I leave
Made 100 bands, ain't need a job, I ain't talking Steve
Bitch I'm countin' up this bread, countin' up this cheese
Hit up Johnny Dang and now my wrist on freeze
Drive by in the coupe, you gon' fucking feel the breeze

[Outro]
Feel the breeze
'Bout Febreze
No keys