[Chorus]
Yeah, I walked in with a pistol tucked, pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm countin' up racks, I ain't sayin' too much, sayin' too much (Persona, hahaha)
Yeah and I try my best, I ain't get no love, get no love (Get no love)
Why you gotta act like that? You doin' too much, doin' too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake? How long is this finna take?
But you got me lookin' like a lame
You promise me you would quit
Gotta get my bag
Pour X up, sad
They're going out sad (Bitch)

[Verse]
Yeah, the money sit tall like a tree, swear I was in too deep
And I went from Scat Pack to Hellcat to the SRT Jeep
And I said, "Look up at the stars", yeah, they shinin'
Hold on the drank please, for the mеmories
Swear to God, it's perfеct timing
And I don't got time for no date
I had to put a bitch in her place
Yeah, I ride a hunnid down the plane
And I love you, runnin' from the jakes
He said he got a lil' money, that's fine (Bitch)
And she pull up then I'm breakin' her spine
We sippin' red out the double cup
We pour it down like we sippin' wine
Snow keep fallin', hit the blunt and now it's over (Bitch, hahaha)
I keep on pickin' up the phone but it's over, yeah (It's over)
I ain't touch a cup since about October (October)
Still we ain't never sober
Off the drank, I'm moving slower (Slower)
Yeah, I pop this Perc' just like a seal
Too far gone, shit gettin' real
I sip lean when I eat meals
Anxiety giving me chills
But stop texting my phone
Don't wanna fuck when the business slow (Bitch)
I got way too many hoes, I got way too many poles
[Chorus]
Yeah, I walked in with a pistol tucked, pistol tucked (Bitch)
Yeah, I'm countin' up racks, I ain't sayin' too much, sayin' too much (Persona, hahaha)
Yeah and I try my best, I ain't get no love, get no love
Why you gotta act like that? You doin' too much, doin' too much (I like money)
Is this a mistake? How long is this finna take?
But you got me lookin' like a lame
You promise me you would quit
Gotta get my bag
Pour X up, sad
You going out sad (Bitch)

[Outro]
(Bitch)
Snow keep fallin', hit the blunt and now it's over
I keep on pickin' up the phone but it's over, yeah
I ain't touch a cup since about October
Still we ain't never sober, off the drank, I'm moving slower
(Bitch)