[Intro]
Crazy
Ayo Pluto, you goin' brazy, brr

[Verse 1]
Knocking gas
Smoking in the VIP
Pull up in that 'Rarri, uh, that's my brand new whip
And I got some purple on me, fuck it, take a sip
Fucking on that thotty, yea, that's my new bitch
I got cash, why that bitch she call my phone?
She tryna get lit, she not tryna go home
I know that bitch tired of me, ain't getting what she want
I ain't tryna talk no more, I'm tired of these hoes
I just put designer on my body, diamonds on my body
Littest in the room I know they fiendin' for somebody
They like how I get this bread, it's 'cause I act like I don't got it
Used to be a trench baby, vibin' in the privates
Bitch so bad I can't fuckin' keep my eyеs closed
Diamonds on me shatterеd, looking like a broken iPhone
I'm just sayin', I'm just a little rich what do I know?
Said I won't get geeked, but I might though
Yea, I went out the side door
Got my cash and it's final
I'm gon' rock, rhino
Her pussy wet, fye tho
And she want green
Shawty said she fucking with the links
Got my fuckin' twinny tizzy
We go all off at Louis V, V
[Chorus]
Yea I'm wit' gang
We call it money see amount we do not fuck with no lame
I'm with the- I want my pockets still back then we never could really could hang
Now we just run in the spot and we run it and we breakin' the biggity bank
I'm in the back of the Lambo truck, thickity thotty she giving me brain
I'm pourin' me up some lean and I pop me a perc' and it run in my vein
She gon' give me brain
Bitch I'm sorry, I don't know your name
Bitch I got my bag up, but I never changed

[Verse 2]
Bitch I'm back and I'm glad you n***as waited on me
Before I made this shit, I fucked a bitch to this beat
Before I popped this tag, I spent like 50 at least
Before I go broke, I'll make it back by the week
And I'm with bro
Hangin' with some Glocks and we gon' blow
She start takin' pics she gotta go
Pretty young n***a I don't brag about no hoes
Yes this is the life that yea I chose
Breaking get this bag and by the low
N***as tried to say I sold my soul
This shit don't seem real, I know
This shit don't seem real, but-
I, throw a lot of bands up in the sky
Hop up in the foreign then we slide
I might doze off in the lamb' I'm so high
Slide up on the opps, then high-five
[Chorus]
Yea I'm wit' gang
We call it money see amount we do not fuck with no lame
I'm with the- I want my pockets still back then we never could really could hang
Now we just run in the spot and we run it and we breakin' the biggity bank
I'm in the back of the Lambo truck, thickity thotty she giving me brain
I'm pourin' me up some lean and I pop me a perc' and it run in my vein
She gon' give me brain
Bitch I'm sorry, I don't know your name
Bitch I got my bag up, but I never changed