(Hook)

I can’t fuck wit shawty cause she too fake
Heard you got them thousand dollar mood swings
And them Ladies Love me like I'm Cool J
How much racks can you fit inside the suitcase x1

(Verse1) - Cash

Rocking Maison Martin to the shoelaces
Said she like the pair with the Blue suede
Head game was fire girl ya too cray
Left the pussy wet like a pool day
She gone throw it at me it’s a bouquet
& I don't rock wit n***as cause they fugaze
Around a bunch dimes like I’m loose change
I ain't wit the kissing grab the toothpaste
Pack just arrived bitch got butane
I had to pop a tab it's time to mutate
Gotta live it up before the due date
It’s Conceited Records we a new wave


(Verse2) - Chef

I get dollar signs bitch boy i ain't sweet
One hit to the cheek you'll get put to sleep
You don't want no smoke can't beef wit no broke
She can't answer dog got me down her throat
I keep the racks in the suitcase
The feds tryna build me a new case
This money ain't nothing to play about
Straight to the jaw like a toothache
I got that ass in the backseat
Shaking & making the coupe shake
N***as know I ain't no athlete
Still taking cops on a foot race
I wake up and I get money everyday
You wake and act like being broke okay
That's yo bitch well i see her like everyday
She's so freaky she be bussin' like my K


(Hook)

I can’t fuck wit shawty cause she too fake
Heard you got them thousand dollar mood swings
And them Ladies Love me like I'm Cool J
How much racks can you fit inside the suitcase x1