[Chorus]
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Told shorty pop it for a hundred
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Young n***a winning like it's nothing
Ooh
Young n***a got the bands bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo

[Post-Chorus]
Oh my, oh my, oh my Lord
Jesus Christ [?]
Stacks on deck, all aboard
Counting cash on the floor

[Verse 1]
I am that n***a officially
I need a whip that's from Italy
I need a bitch with consistency
I take a shot of that liquor
Bitch I'm [?] from the [?]
I found how to get to it quicker
And split it with all of my n***as
All of my bitches thicker
And shawty she roll up my Swisha'
One hunnid
Oh my lord
Christ Christ