[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Brr
Ain't stopping, got these bitches fallin' out of my pocket, huh
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches fallin' out of my pocket, huh
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin', know a couple n***as wanna pop me, huh
Got some n***as wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh
You sittin' on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh

[Verse 1]
In the back of the Rolls truck, I'm noddin' off
Let's get it on, pussy n***a, let's play ball
Free my n***as from them shackles, fuck the law
Free Sosa, yeah, he short, but this money tall
Colorblind when it's not the money
Slime his ass like his nose runny
N***a, wake up and get the money
N***a, wakе up and smell the hundreds
With thеse freaks, I'ma keep it a hundred
N***a, all of my diamonds stunning
She gon' eat me up until the morning
I used to be broke, I was too bummy
Chew them Percs just like some gummies
Have my n***a run you down, get to gunning
Yeah, wrap it up just like a mummy
I'm a millionaire, dummy
I'm off of that white with them snow bunnies
Yeah, his pockets so crummy
She hop on that dick and get to jumping
Yeah, I'ma have my n***a slap 'em, shell cases get to dumping
Bullets flyin' everywhere
We gon' put 'em in the air
Stack my money, need some stairs
'Cause this shit get overwhelming
And these n***as keep on telling
That's why we gon' leave 'em smelling
[Chorus]
And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches fallin' out of my pocket, huh
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin', know a couple n***as wanna pop me, huh
Got some n***as wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh
You sittin' on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh

[Verse 2]
YSL on my denim
Stuff them racks up in 'em
Came through this bitch trimmin' in a fuckin' Lamb' chop
Yeah, we gon' handle that smoke, pussy, we don't call cops
Came through this bitch in a double M, I drop drop
Yeah, God made me a millionaire, praise to Allah
I'm in Magic City throwing racks at these strippers
Free all my n***as and kill all the snitches
I'm the one investin' in all my killers
Mask off, his last sight was his killer
Hang around felons and drug dealers
Fighting my case with these fuck n***as
Watch out for snakes, I don't trust n***as
When I flash out, just wanna bust, n***a
Turn his ass into some dust, n***a
Red key, I'm in track mode
When I'm in the back, I'm in relax mode
Sippin' out of champagne flutes with a black ho
Tryna fuck your mama, I'm in that mode
Pockets full just like a fat ho
[Chorus]
And these racks ain't stopping, got these bitches fallin' out of my pocket, huh
Lil' bitch, I'm poppin', know a couple n***as wanna pop me, huh
Got some n***as wanna copy, left wrist went Van Cleef popping, huh
You sittin' on your ass, lil' baby, I'ma take her shopping, huh

[Outro]
(Ayy, Geo got them bands, huh?)