[Verse 1]
I got a dime bag
And got a whole dime piece
Looking a while back
She didn’t know bout me
She getting wild yeah
Said she want go ride me
Watching it fall yeah
Throwing the money around me
I had to get her dior
I’m throwin out average whores
Might start up a cash war
Private jet, on the way, ain’t no passport
I give them bands, fuck what they ask for

[Verse 2]
But I do not got no time to spend I told her
New chain they saying its cold like minnesota
I might pull up in the new range talkin bout the rover
Gucci bag on me bitch, dripping еvery morning
You ain’t had to grind bitch, you got no story
You the type to pop out just to post on your story
Imma put thе top down, nothing I do is borin
In miami, spanish mami yeah she on me
Yea yea call me Yung Reece
Right wrist steady with the piece
Bad lil bitch she freak
All she wanna talk about is me
Yea yea talking for the streets
New coupe, hoes on me
Got two doors on me
You know you know me
[Verse 3]
I had to switch it right back
Another one gone with the pack
Tell me why the fuck are you acting
And you just steady be motherfucking capping
Make more with the back end
And if I’m strapped I might have to whack him
And dip like what happened
I’ll never see him again
She’s talking bout wanna be friends
I know she thot, she hit me up but i know bout her motherfucking man
Told that bitch to come and get it if you fuckin can
Pussy boy dont act like you dont know who I fuckin am
I send the message
A lot of my homies can pull up on you and you dip in a casket
They listen me and they sayin that I ain't no motherfucking average
I am the type to say brand new day thas a brand new bad bitch
A lot my days I was in a cage now I turn to savage
I carry that blade case yall want try me doing that damage
Im keeping a k, one hunnit k my pockets be fattened
No Bad Habits, go 100 nothing fastened