I keep pouring lean
Fetty on me like I'm fettuccine
Your lil bitch want to fuck but I don't know what that mean
ZaZa in the stu Glock got the beam

223'
Switched my style up we gone air out the scene
I be getting money let it pile up till it bust out the seam
All my lil rackies is up I' need a money counter machine

I be in the vip while your section boring
Scoring lean I poured a four got me walking
I threw them racks on the flooring
Only time Im on my phone when the money be talking

I woke up sipping muddy I get money then I repeat
Gripping techs fuck your life that's a easy delete
You can't get that hoe back now she belong to them streets
Thinking it's sweet my shooter gone shoot from the three
He gone put that boy face on a tee

Lil rapper boys want a verse it's 200k for the feat '
I be cold as fuck all ths ice on me'
I be in that four door wide body
They want to copy my style
Watch how I jump in the crowd