[Intro]
Baso, ayy Baso (Cut that shit up, Baso)
Aight so, aight so, aight so
Platna, Platna, Platinum
Yo' (Oh my God, Platna)

[Verse]
Ice so flashy, damn
Young Rich Squad keep cashin' bands
He talk smoke, don't have no hands
First class flights, smoke runtz when I land
Free my boys, been stuck in the can
Hate all opps that hate on the kid
Think we ain't heard hate, but we did
He bitch made, he tastin' the clip
I'm racin' a bitch, still racin' the whip
Jakes and feds, fuck pigs and the cops
Spent eighty bands, my bitch in a drop
Now she a fan, don't listen but top
Spend ten bands at Gucci the shop, like
I been to the top, I been sellin' rock
Yo' bitch is a thot
Won't get caught with bricks out the pot
Feds takin' pictures, I picture the block
Picture me rollin' my Royce with a bag
I left the mall with a whole lot of tags
Bro got the ammo, I whole lot of mags
Doin' gang bangs is a whole lot of flags
Whole lot of bank got your ho' getting mad
Your ho' getting mad, your ho' in this jag
Pssh, a whole lot of brick out, yo' yo' yo'
A whole lot of bread got me off of the porch
Shit, now we out of the gutter
These n***as was hatin', now I'm in a Porche
You broke motherfuckers is pussy, how you finna eat with no forks?
You can't even touch me or push me, lil' n***a, 'less you got some force
The AR it came with a torch