All these haters mad cuz I'm finally in my bag
Flexing all on purpose, and all my bitches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don’t ever check the tag
All these haters mad cuz I'm finally in my bag
Flexing all on purpose, and all my bitches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don't ever check the tag

Run up the bag I’m an Athlete yuh
Talkin that shit don't impress me
Diamonds be dancing like backstreet
I gotcho girl in my backseat
Billy got drip like a faucet
You had the sauce but you lost it
All of my cars exotic yuh
Im witcho mom in the mosh pit

You already know what the fuck going on
It's Billy, we going crazy
Aye
How come everything I make go so hard?

All these views got me feeling like a star
I'm blowin up that's why they say I'm going far
All my music slaps all yo music sub-par
I don't even need to rap I just do this when bored

All these haters mad cuz I'm finally in my bag
Flexing all on purpose, and all my bitches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don’t ever check the tag