[Verse 1: Sad Frosty]
I got big bands on some rich shit
Call yo main bitch, she gon suck dick
Teezo pull up with that bitch
That make them racks, bitch, I been did that
Run up that guap, man, I get that shit daily
Did this by lonely, so nobody made me
He think that I’m fazed, 'cause he tryna play me
Pussy boy talk shit, guns like the Navy
Big bands in my pocket
Lil' frosty took off like a rocket
Hating on me, boy? Run up your pockets
Too many hoes, I damn near got options

[Verse 2: Bcuube]
Roll up a backwood, I’m smoking exotic
I’m rocking all-camo, these pants from Gnarcotic
Ice on me vs, ain’t rocking no flawless
But I’m gettin money, you ain’t gettin profit
Bitch, you can’t kick it, no, this ain’t a dojo
Got all this ice on me, just check out the logo
Hop in a coupe with the squad, I ain't solo
I’m out here in public, they asking for photos
Brand new Bape hoodie I’m rocking, it's rojo
My whip is all custom, this steering wheel MOMO
I’ll sell you a pack, but it ain’t for the low-low
I’m stacking up racks, but I need a me some mo' dough
Walk out the room, brand new fit, I been flexing
I’m whipping a Hellcat, ain’t whipping a Lexus
Riding in foreigns, your whip is just rented
I just copped some chains: Cuban link and a tennis
TFF next up, you steady descending
Got gold on my teeth, I just went to the dentist
You ain’t got no money, so why you pretending?
I lost a few racks, might just fuck up my credit