[Intro]
(I-I-I love you)

[Pre-Chorus]
N***as be capping for the 'gram
I'm fucking that ho, put her on cam'
And that bitch off a Xan', and I'm like, "Damn"
Lil' bitch wanna hold my hand
He talking that shit, boy, he a fan
Your music is trash, put it in a can
N***as switched up like some trans
I'm seein' yo' pocket, [?]

[Chorus]
I'm seein' yo' pocket, there's no racks
I spent a band when I walk in Saks
XD on me, no I cannot lack
Had to turn that shit off, n***a, that shit wack
Got hella grams up in this pack
And I got this MAC up in the bag
Fuckin' his ho, pullin' out the tracks
Smoking on Cookies, this the new batch

[Verse]
Feds coming, n***a, we gotta go
Get the money then I hop in a Rolls
Spend a band on a Givenchy coat
Get the money, no I cannot be broke
Sit back and I pour me a four
[?] and we throwing up fours
Talking down but that n***a a joke
If he talking down then we make him a ghost
[Pre-Chorus]
Ni-Ni-N***as be capping for the 'gram
I'm fucking that ho, put her on cam'
And that bitch off a Xan', and I'm like, "Damn"
Lil' bitch wanna hold my hand
He talking that shit, boy, he a fan
Your music is trash, put it in a can
N***as switched up like some trans
I'm seein' yo' pocket, [?]

[Chorus]
I'm seein' yo' pocket, there's no racks
I spent a band when I walk in Saks
XD on me, no I cannot lack
Had to turn that shit off, n***a, that shit wack
Got hella grams up in this pack
And I got this MAC up in the bag
Fuckin' his ho, pullin' out the tracks
Smoking on Cookies, this the new batch