[Produced by Trippy T Beats]

[Intro]
I [? 0:03] everything, I gotta get back
Everybody got their hand in my bag
Turn your back, they gon' go in your pack
I was broke, got a gun and a mask
Last year, they put me in the back
Now, I'm ridin' in the back of the back
Damn, I'm gone
Now, I'm ridin' in the back of the back
SKRRR-T
Whoa, I'm gone

[Chorus]
Push a button, drop my top, now I got bands
They' like, "What are you gon' do with all these bands?"
I'm might cash out on a crib and feed my fam
Fuck the' n***as and these bitches, all the same

[Verse 1]
Got too many problems, and too many dollars (damn)
Too many bitches all over me, told 'em sit back and just roll the weed (let's go)
Back on the road for a couple weeks, just bought a coupe, now they finally see
What I'm 'bout to me, wow, I got a couple bands on me, now (whoa)
I keep it on me when I'm out of town, smokin' loud, should be lovin' my style
They like house with a couple of thou', get it back, I might buy me a house (wow)
Palm trees and a pool in the back, I be ridin' in the back of the back
Don't need a house unless I got a sack, prayin' for all my n***as that's trapped
I'm 'bout to make it, put on with this rap, I gotta get it so I'm runnin' them laps
Fuck up a check and I get it right back, they' like, "What you gon' do with them racks?" (hol' up)
I got the key to the safe, [?] look, I'm-a play on her face (damn)
Fuck these hoes, just the money I chase, all the hatin', I'm-a catch me a case (wow)

[Chorus]
Push a button, drop my top, now I got bands
They' like, "What are you gon' do with all these bands?"
I'm might cash out on a crib and feed my fam
Fuck the' n***as and these bitches, all the same

[Verse 2]
Fuck n***a, I got them bands, if I don't see you, I shoot at yo' man's
Bust down like I went to Japan, when I be out, I show love to my fans
Push a button, tell 'em, "double the cup", run on me, I'm-a wet the shit up
I got a hun-nit n***as, all of 'em tryin' to get it (let's go)
I know you not really with it (you not, man)
But, back to the subject, I got a hun-nit flows, so I'm worth a hun-nit more (bands)
I got a hun-nit hoes, they' on my Snapchat
Sending me Snapchats, but I'm where the cash at, I got a big gun
It's in my backpack, it got a beam on it, you better not try that
They' be like, "What you gon' do with this money?", I ain't just a couple o' hun-nit
Talkin' money, go Dubai for the summer
Talkin' money, got me bus-sin' yo' mother
All these n***as, I swear they' undercover
They didn't know me, wanna be me or something
Fuck these hoes, I done married the money
I was chose, had to come up with something

[Chorus]
Push a button, drop my top, now I got bands
They' like, "What are you gon' do with all these bands?"
I'm might cash out on a crib and feed my fam
Fuck the' n***as and these bitches, all the same