[Intro]
(Really bad, go and earn something)
(You ain't never got up off your ass and went and earned something)
(You ain't really had the racks you talk about, you ain't worth nothing)
(I was on my ass and got much bread, my pockets, pants stuffed)

[Chorus]
That bitch on the Molly, she geek (Yeah)
I ain't been sleep in a week
You already know how this goes (No), no, I can't trust nobody
She love how I feel on this X
Yeah, she wanna have sex
Yeah, we way too high (Ooh), remember these racks
Yes, we get the racks all day, we geeked (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We gеt cash, cash, cash, like this cash, cash (Aah-aah)
We can [?], she [?] cash, yеah
Yeah, dropped a bag, [?] you couldn't tell me (Aah-aah)

[Verse]
I had to go and watch my twizzies ball so I could learn something
I don't gotta throw no bands, these bitches love gang, they really gon' twerk for nun'
You ain't ever got up off your ass and went and earned something
You ain't really got the money you talk about, you ain't worth nothing
You think this the hardest shit you heard, but you ain't heard nothing (Woo)
I was with your bitch, she was suckin' dick, like we was off the Earth or something
It's crazy that you said you loved the bitch, she over here twerkin' for nothing (Ah)
I wake up and take a Percocet, I ain't even been doing nothing
Bag, bag, bags, all I really think about (I ain't been doing nothing)
I might just sip on the Tris' and Wock' in the drought (Drought, hah)
I really love it when she suckin' dick and she fit the whole dick all up inside her mouth (Let's go)
I know when they haters, they wanna [?], they wanna feel down (Let's go)
She want a Birkin bag (Ah-ah-ah)
She want [?]
She want Chanel bag (Shh)
And she wanna be on 'Xy every night
Yeah, [?] on X pill, ooh
Run to the racks, I was born on a treadmill
[Bridge]
Bitch on the Molly, she geeked (Aah, aah)
She over there, feelin' her body, yeah (Aah, aah)
I ain't been to sleep in a week (Aah, aah)
I trust nobody (Aah, aah)
You already know how this go (Aah, aah)
You already know how this go (Aah, aah)
No, I don't feel nobody (Aah, aah)

[Chorus]
That bitch on the Molly, she geek (Yeah)
I ain't been sleep in a week
You already know how this goes (No), no, I can't trust nobody
She love how I feel on this X
Yeah, she wanna have sex
Yeah, [?] way too high (Ooh), [?] remember these racks
Yes, we get the racks all day, we [?]
We get cash, cash, cash, like this cash, cash (Aah-aah)
We can [?], she [?] cash, yeah
Yeah, dropped a bag, [?] you couldn't tell me (Aah-aah)