[Chorus: Yeat]
Curesful
"Where'd you put my racks? Put 'em on the table"
Bitch said she need some change, yeah, call the label (move)
I said, "Where'd you put on? Put it on the table" (move, move, move, move)
I said, "Where'd you put on? Put it on the table" (move, move, move, move)
Red bottom shoes but these not Christian Loub'
Yeah, that bitch my favorite if that bitch don't need no loot (yeah)
Gëek up, take a Percocet and X, that's what I do (ack)
Yeah, every morning I fell in, selling that [?], Terry Crews
I just crashed the fucking car, that luh Tesla (yeah, yeah)
I forgot the Trackhawk ain't have no auto-driving
And I'm extra mad 'cause at the same time she calling me
I blocked this bitch like five times, no, don't keep calling me

[Part: 104masquerade]
Blocked that bitch like five times (yea, huh)
Imma' pull my bag
Feelin' like I'm sky high (yea, ay)
Imma' pull my racks
Feel like I can't die (yea, uh)
Can't get out the Benz
[?] (yea, ey)
Imma' count my bands

Imma' put it on the table
I just wanna' count my racks (weee) (ah, yea)
Wanna' fuck that bitch so bad
I've been sleepin' with my Glock
I've been sleepin' with my bag (aaaaah) (yea, ah)

Yea, I want that bag (yea, ah)
Yea, I want my racks (yea, huh)
Yea, I want that bag (huh, ah)
Pull up in a Benz (ah, yea)

Pull up in a Tonka