[Chorus: Kap G]
Hundreds and fifties, no Baby Joker (Hundreds and fifties)
I got some bitches around the world, no local jokers (I got some bitches)
All of this money on my line (brrr), my Motorola (my Motorola)
Gotta keep it on me, can't leave without mi pistola (mi pistola)
She like the way my diamonds dance, no quinceanera
I got a plug in Venezuela (hola), Ricky Rivera (Ricky Rivera)
I want to bag that Panamera, no Camaro (no Camaro)
The way they treat me in my hood, I'm like a pharoah (I'm like a pharoah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Kap G]
Diamonds dancing, quinceanera
I get more time than sombreros
I rock Louis like it's Aero
Pistol, fuck a bow and arrow
I went for the 'vette, right on my neck
You wasn't on that (You wasn't on that)
Balenci' the club, I bless the [?]
We got 'em back to back (We got 'em back to back)
Load 'em in the sprinter and they all done (they all done!)
Rich Migo packing Louis and it's 4 grand (4 grand)
They run out of hard times, we don't condone that
Stash the Glock when 12 ride by, ain't trying to go back
[?] like where I fly, she'll bring the [?] back
New whip, now pimp my ride, we got my own bag
I'm in the line, do or die, don't get toe tagged
Smokin' the 'Wood like kumbaya, this ain't the [?]
[Chorus: Kap G]
Hundreds and fifties, no Baby Joker (Hundreds and fifties)
I got some bitches around the world, no local jokers (I got some bitches)
All of this money on my line (brrr), my Motorola (the Motorola)
Gotta keep it on me, can't leave without mi pistola (mi pistola)
She like the way my diamonds dance, no quinceanera
I got a plug in Venezuela (hola), Ricky Rivera (Ricky Rivera)
I want to bag that Panamera, no Camaro (no Camaro)
The way they treat me in my hood, I'm like a pharoah (I'm like a pharoah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Kap G]
I'm in mi barrio, that means the trenches
Came from the bottom, we jumpin' them fences
I got some migos who stay in the kitchen
Red [?] came with extensions
I ball and I'm really exceedin' these bitches
All of this [?] gotta pull up my britches (reggae)
How could you hate from rags to riches?
I'm havin' this cake, this shit ridiculous (hey, hey, hey, ayy)
My migos ride to ride the room
My diamonds dancin', chambelan
All these blue hundreds, count 'em up
This turned me to a [?]
All these bands I have, this, dude (skrr)
I roll this blunt like something purple
I need more than one, that's plural
Paint her face just like a mural (Let's go!)
[Chorus: Kap G]
Hundreds and fifties, no Baby Joker (Hundreds and fifties)
I got some bitches around the world, no local jokers (I got some bitches)
All of this money on my line (brrr), my Motorola (the Motorola)
Gotta keep it on me, can't leave without mi pistola (mi pistola)
She like the way my diamonds dance, no quinceanera
I got a plug in Venezuela (hola), Ricky Rivera (Ricky Rivera)
I want to bag that Panamera, no Camaro (no Camaro)
The way they treat me in my hood, I'm like a pharoah (I'm like a pharoah, yeah)