[Intro: C Glizzy]
[?]
Fool, it's now 36 shit, uh (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Uh (Baby, this bitch heavy)
Glizzy (Yeah)
Glizzy [?] now, on gang
(Ay, Chris, you made this?) (Grrah, yeah)
[?], skrrt, uh talk [?], skrrt (Ghost ride, yeah)
Bounce that uh-, private flight, uh (All night fly, all night fly)
Bring it in, on gang (Yeah)

[Chorus: C Glizzy]
Pull up in that ghost ride
You hop in this whip wit' me, you ain't goin' home tonight
I need a copy, I'm so fly
Can't you see who fuckin' on my hand, shit like five guys
Fuck a rubber band, this money dance
Fuck a rubber band, do the money dance
Run it up, I'on leave no hands
I just let the money walk
Back, yeah, back, just let the money talk
We'on do no woofin', unless that shit that got yo brother off

[Verse 1: C Glizzy]
Gang, criss-cross, gang got me like hot sauce
It ain't 'bout them hunnids, I ain't starin, I be not known
She got a fat ass, but I'm tryna see what that noggin 'bout
All I gotta do is smoke her out, she let me dog her out, gang
Mhm-mhm-mhm, she let me smoke her out
She came into the club, wanna leave at the house
I fucked that lil' bitch for an hour and then I kicked her out
If it ain't 'bout no money, what the fuck you speakin' bout?
[Chorus: C Glizzy]
Pull up in that ghost ride
You hop in this whip wit' me, you ain't goin' home tonight
I need a copy, I'm so fly
Can't you see who fuckin' on my hand, shit like five guys
Fuck a rubber band, this money dance
Fuck a rubber band, do the money dance
Run it up, I'on leave no hands
I just let the money walk
Back, yeah, back, just let the money talk
We'on do no woofin', unless that shit that got yo brother off

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, ghost slide (Wow), windows tinted matte black, we see both sides (Boom)
Ridin' wit' my n***a Glizzy, rollin' like we both high (Vroom)
Bad bitch like "Oh my" (My), fuckin' on her if you don't mind
North to the South, yeah, we locked in like our shoes tied (Tied)
Right now in the booth, I'm recording with this glizzy on me (Grrrah)
If he want some smoke
We spin blocks, we get dizzy on 'em (On 'em)
I ain't finna beef with you if you ain't in my tax bracket (Tax bracket)
Hunnid fifty shots, where you backpacking? (Boom-boom!)
Whoa whoa, oh yeah, sippin' by my lonesome (By my lonesome)
Talking 'bout, every single thing but I'on know nothin' (I'on know nothin')
Tap, tap, oh yeah, think she finna throw some (Throw some)
She ain't' stop one time, I swear to God she all mine (She all mine)
I slide with my chain low, donuts in the Rangos (Skrrt)
No I'm not from Florida, but I'm goin' where you can't go (Where you can't go)
With 100 racks in my Amiri's (Oh), please don't come near me (Oh yeah)
They shooting like photos, different angles (Blick, blick)
[Chorus: C Glizzy]
Pull up in that ghost ride
You hop in this whip wit' me, you ain't goin' home tonight
I need a copy, I'm so fly
Can't you see who fuckin' on my hand, shit like five guys
Fuck a rubber band, this money dance
Fuck a rubber band, do the money dance
Run it up, I'on leave no hands
I just let the money walk
Back, yeah, back, just let the money talk
We'on do no woofin', unless that shit that got yo brother off

[Outro: C Glizzy]
('Less that shit that got yo brother off)
Gang (Since the start, that shit movin' hoes)
Glizzy [?] (Wit' that thang, what we talkin' bout)
I'm movin' hoes (Gang, skrrt)
What we talkin' bout (Talk my shit)
Glizzy here, yeah (Talk my shit, lil' bitch, ha, Glizzy [?], n***a, yeah)
([?], on gang)