[Hook]
I can't trust a bitch, make me sick, I'ma make ya dip
I can't trust a jit, make me sick, n***as counterfeits
I be sonning shit, two fours in my quarter zip
I ain't need no quarter cents, quarter p turn that to bricks
Bitch watch this money flip, guap somersault
Wintertime that boy look like a bag of salt
Boy I can't compare, I be ballin' Ross
N***as stealin' sauce
Yeah I see you lost

[Verse]
Hunnid' cash in this black Number (N)ines
Six bitches on me work that shit back to a nine
Nine, nine, work at two or nine
You think she a ten? She can't touch a five
Buddy circled past, lobster with the shrimp all I eat is fly
N***as tweakin' he be cappin like he wanna die
I got plenty shooters posted when he come outside
32 my only crew these others n***as fried
Bust a jug, bussin jugs through your hood, uh
I'm that border on these blocks understood this
I ain't new to this, this I'm true to this, he on foolish shit
Get popped around my way
N***as bodied everyday I bag up more like Cash Clay
Bag up more like Frito-Lay, yeah
I need them chips yeah, shanty on my wrist
Yellow diamond piss she gon' clean all on my dick