[Intro]
Ayy

[Chorus]
Christian Loub' on the bottom, bitch, they bleed
It's a scope on top the chop, bitch, say cheese
This that pressure, if you hit it you can't breathe
Money wrapped around my head, that's all I see
Dead man, I get bread, man
Tryna see how high can I get, I feel like Redman
Thumb through hundreds, twenties, fifties, I count dead men
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, I can't hear it then

[Verse]
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no guap, don't wanna hear it (What?)
If it ain't 'bout no paper, you won't catch me near it (Nah)
I'm in the Tesla, this bitch fast, ain't gotta steer it (Go)
The choppa turned him to a ghost, now he a spirit
Three-hundred sparks, bitch, I'm with three-hundred Martians (Ayy)
He tried to run but he wasn't fast, that choppa caught him (Ayy)
I just stained my Off-White 1's and I just bought 'em (I just bought 'em)
They say there's Perkies in this bitch, that's cause I brought 'em (Ayy)
In the Range countin' racks like it's a Brinks truck
Real cold, so you know I got my heat tucked
Been that man, make decisions with my feet up
While you sleepin' on the pavement, n***a, we up
[Chorus]
Christian Loub' on the bottom, bitch, they bleed
It's a scope on top the chop, bitch, say cheese
This that pressure, if you hit it you can't breathe
Money wrapped around my head, that's all I see
Dead man, I get bread, man
Tryna see how high can I get, I feel like Redman
Thumb through hundreds, twenties, fifties, I count dead men
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, I can't hear it then (Nah)