[Intro]
Taxing all these n***as like I'm Buku Saman
Pull  up in that beamer, pull up in that Lamb'
I  finesse yo bitch, she know who I am
Counting all these racks, these n***as like damn
I don't really got the time

[Verse]
Taxing  all these n***as like I'm Buku Saman
Pull  up in that beamer, pull up in that Lamb'
I finesse yo bitch, she know who I am
Counting  all these racks, these n***as like damn
I don't really got the time to fall in love
I'm counting up these racks, I'm counting these bucks, yuh
Who the fuck you testing? Please don't try yo luck
You  can have that ho 'cause I don't want her love
Chains on my neck like I'm [?]
Fuck all these n***as, I know they don't like me
Pull up and [?]
Fucking yo bitch and that pussy the tightest
Kick the bitch out, I sent that ho hiking
I ride around the city without a license
Look at my chain, it looking like snow
You don't want me, girl, I'm not what you want
I seen yo ho in the club, shawty been showing me love
Lil' shawty be off of the drugs, she don't be giving no fucks
Look at my wrist, yeah, it glisten
Counting guap, yeah, my hands always itching
Fuck school, yeah, opps stayed in detention
She not texting you, I got her attention
Yo bitch all in my DMs but I be chasing them M's
I be smoking Backwoods, you be smoking hella stems
Diamonds looking like a gym, flexing hard, no gym
Balling hard, no rim, I might break the fucking rim
Fuck this bitch named Kim, took her from my n***a Tim
I play that ho like The Sims, shout-out to bronem
I know these n***as so feminine, she say my dick taste like cinnamon
I finesse for them Benjamins, I got the hoes in Michigan