[Intro]
Alcatel in my pocket, every day is new cream
Alcatel in my pocket, 10 racks in one week

[Chorus]
70 bars in this crep, 40 bouffs on these jeans
20 nugs for this hat, 3 thousand pence on this tee
Alcatel in my pocket, every day is new cream
If everything goes right we’ll make 10 racks in one week
I said ten racks in one week, maybe 10 racks in one day
I know guys up in that team tryna make 10 racks off of that ay
And my chick gotta look fly, man put 10 racks on my bae
And my bros gotta eat too, man put 10 racks on my mate, wait

[Verse 1]
Racks on racks, open the safe and give me that cash
Came out Air force stepping, but my bedroom man came for the stack
They know about us, but we don’t know about man
And they still wanna try get verbals they must not know about gang
And my chick is just talking grub, that’s Nando’s not Hakkasan
Cheeky ten little half chicken but broke is a hole from the coco man
I just stick to my banking scam
Shout out to my hacker Stan
Taking every job like Bob the builder screaming "Yes We Can"
Do it, you see me, bank rolls, gimme gimme
Shmoney dance shimmy shimmy
Iced out looking chilly
And they be looking for a couple views, really try to hit a milli
I not just doing in my night, trackees and Air 1's do you feel me

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Fuck it up and get another one
Here it lit give the runner some
MMLC fly boys, we’re the ones that they're running from
Still screaming fucking next chick
DJ Khaled get another one, still telling boys don’t slip
Duck and die for the hummer cunts
Still rolling with Kojo you can holler P for the rollos
Bad B one go low, that’s what i call a low blow
We ain’t stopping until we go gold
Fly chicks want a photo
I don’t even mind posing but she better not post though
I don’t bang for no post codes, Berna baby going global
Alcatel just ringing, this phone can’t take photos
Phone can’t take pictures, no faces no traces
Leaving rappers in ditches
No bodies no cases

[Chorus]