[Chorus]
Run up-Run up on me like some cheeks you’ll get clapped
You rappers are slow, I just run all these laps
I do the dash, I’m going fast, nyoom!
Ooh, one, two, three hoes, ready to go
Big guap on me, I cannot show
Get to the bag, I'm countin’ this dough

[Verse]
She want a pic-ture
She said I miss, her
But I do not miss, her
Look at my wrist, brr!
Look at my bitch, she wit it
I get-I get the cash boy I get it
I get the pack then I flip it
She wanna do me like missions
P-P-Pop it, drop it, lock it, yeah
Do-Do not, stop it, stop it, yeah
Pop it, drop it, lock it, yeah
Do not, stop it, stop it, yeah
She poppin’ a xan, yeah, she pop it again
I think she off of a quarter I do not think I [?]
Girl why the hell you interactin’?
It’s not about money I'm dashin'
I'm focused on cash and I’m stackin’
Your bank account look like it’s lackin’, yeah
[Chorus]
Run up-Run up on me like some cheeks you’ll get clapped
You rappers are slow, I just run all these laps
I do the dash, I’m going fast, nyoom!
Ooh, one, two, three hoes, ready to go
Big guap on me, I cannot show
Get to the bag, I'm countin’ this dough
Run up on me like some cheeks you’ll get clapped
You rappers are slow, I just run all these laps
I do the dash, I’m going fast, nyoom!
Ooh, one, two, three hoes, ready to go
Big guap on me, I cannot show
Get to the bag, I'm countin’ this dough