[Intro]
(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)
Oh, oh
N***a, G-Money picked me up today, where the fuck you at? (Oh, oh)
Ten racks, it's a Goyard bag, bitch (Oh, oh)
All I need is a bad bitch
Counting money is a habit, triple nine

[Pre-Chorus]
Hop out the coupe, let the doors close (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Every day I'm off a Xan or a narco
And I know these bitches scan like a barcode
I'm too busy swimming through the money
Really feeling like a shark though (Cash, cash, cash)

[Chorus]
Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go
Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go

[Verse 1]
Walking in the room, find it on my shoes
I could never lose, I don't got shit to lose
But don't get it confused, I took a loss or two
I remember when I lived on Misery Avenue
I remember taking drugs, a couple Percs, that'll do
Lost so many friends 'cause I had such a bad attitude
All them pretty girls, I'm sorry, I can't stay mad at you
So still come through, ho, we can make a move, ho
I don't need one Xan, I need two, ho
Counted up like twenty bands, did that with my eyes closed
I ain't ever been to France, but I got a French ho
In a two-door, kicking that shit like Judo
[Chorus]
Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go
Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go

[Verse 2]
I remember when they thought I was a lame-o
Now I'm calling all the bad hoes, lame hoes
I don't have a main ho, all girls are the same, ho
I was in a Bentley truck, now I need a Range Rove'
I'ma go where they can't go, I need a chain like the Django
I was just smoking on mango, they ain't even look like G-Fazos
My room look like a gun show, need a Draco with a condo
Hit a n***a with a combo, I ain't really tryna fight though
I be geeking off the X, ho, finna go fuck on my ex ho
I do that shit out of spite though, hit the strip club, it's a rainstorm
I don't really wanna brag, but, I do it so good I get paid for it
The Draco with a Gucci backpack, fuck it, I'ma be a psycho

[Chorus]
Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go
Pop-out the cut with the .40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these n***as can't tell me where I can't go
[Outro]
Stunt on these fuck-n***as