[Intro]

[Hook]
I got Big Loaf, ask 'em, what they mad? I don't know know what they mad for
Sliding in the Coupe, I might do the dash though
I be getting shit I'on even fucking ask for
Shitting on these n***as like a asshole

I got Big Loaf, ask 'em, what they mad? I don't know know what they mad for
Sliding in the Coupe, I might do the dash though
I be getting shit I'on even fucking ask for
Shitting on these n***as like a asshole

[Verse 1: Daysha]
N***a run up tell 'em fall back
Bih talking crazy I ain’t on that
Old hundreds, yeah I got throwbacks
Petty ass money I done threw that
I’m loving this feeling of stacking and flipping
I’m riding it tinted just know that
I’m popping, I know that you notice
Lil' bitches know that I’m loaded, got on the beat and I rode it
Lil' n***as know that I’m focused, he wanna get behind poke it
Got my own stick and tote it
That water don’t drip, I just pour
Straight off the porch in a Porsche
I feel like I’m in a horse
I’m on my way to the port
Too many n***as, can’t sort
Won’t see me going back and forth
Need my money at the door
Counting blues, fingers sore
[Hook]
I got Big Loaf, ask 'em, what they mad? I don't know know what they mad for
Sliding in the Coupe, I might do the dash though
I be getting shit I'on even fucking ask for
Shitting on these n***as like a asshole

I got Big Loaf, ask 'em, what they mad? I don't know know what they mad for
Sliding in the Coupe, I might do the dash though
I be getting shit I'on even fucking ask for
Shitting on these n***as like a asshole

[Verse 2: Ti]
And I copped it and I paid cash, hoe
Claiming you my man you a whole hoe
Really smart as fuck that’s what you don’t know
Stacking up these bankrolls that you can’t fold or hold
I ain't never fold
We ain’t going broke
This the weather for my Gucci coat, I’m at the top floor
Thought that I couldn’t do it. I stayed up, ran on nothing but fluid Wasn’t no thing to do it, I went up and got straight to it
I just bought some chains and it flushed out, I let king do it

Icy, ice
Leggo