[Intro]
Ba—, huh, ba-ba, bags

[Chorus]
All I think about is fucking bags (All these racks)
All I think about is fucking bands (Yeah, money)
All I think about is fucking bands (Yeah)
Bitch pull up and suck me out my pants (Aye, woah, aye)
My best friend is dead presidents (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just bought the Cayenne and it came with all the tints (Skrrt)
Heard the Wock' is in a drought, lil' bitch, I'm sippin' on some Tris (Sippin' on Wock' still)
What you said, yeah, 'bout the Benjamins? (What?)
What you said, yeah, I got a temperament, yeah (Huh)
What you said, yeah, lil' shawty suck like peppermints (What, hold on)
What you said, yeah, you come talkin' bout some evidence (What, what, what)
I just turnеd a five to a si-i-ixty
I just told you all what it is-is-is-is (Yeah, what it is)
My bitch just said I got stupid as shit
That's the Pеrcs, bae (What?), it is what it is (Go, go)