{GriMM Doza]
(Chorus)
Bitch I'm smokin' thraxx
I got blue pack in my system
I'm just talkin' facts
Don't give a fuck if you listen
Five million racks I hope you know that you trippin'
Shorty on my lap, make it clap, I'ma hit it
She gon' throw it back while I light up this doja
Don't remember you when she vibin' with Doza
Tryna stacks these blues
I need my money to fold up
Backin' in the coup
I hear the feddies approach us, ay

Young and faded
Leave you slumped up on the pavement
Hit a stain and take your wage
And now you're mad he made it
I can't relate to the lame shit
I'm in the race sedated
Don't give a fuck what you claimin'
I know you're fakin' (fuckin' fakin')
Speak up if it's money you talkin'
I just kick my feet up
And chief a blunt of that tropic
I got it locked bitch
Might kick in the door
[?] with me off the lean
Double cup on the floor
(Chorus)