[Intro]
(Santa made again)
(Yeah, Zamora made this ho)
Yeah, huh...

[Chorus]
Wake up, count these racks, lil' n***a, I can't be broke
Lil' bitch say she want a jimmy, but she act finicky, I'd rather fuck on the throat
Wanna learn how to slut you a bitch and get money? Just come to me, I'm a pro
If shawty come over and she ain't throwin' no pussy, I gotta tell her to go
She like, "Baby, I think it's gon' rain"—bitch, it's an umbrella way down the road
Hoe mad 'cause I didn't know her name, I don't give a fuck, I ain't ask her to know it

[Verse 1]
Geeked up, 85, I'm blowin'
All these hoes be scrams, I'm knowin'
I just fuck, and I dip—I ain't goin'
Bitch, buy me some food, I'm hungry
These n***as can talk 'bout hoеs and bring up opp, but can't talk 'bout money
N***as keep makin' these jokеs, hit his ass with that brrr
Now tell me if this shit funny
Foot on these fuck n***as' neck, might crease my shoes
I'm sorry, I do get clumsy
Gave her the boot, now she sayin' I’m rude—too bad, bitch, don't get comfy (too bad)
Seem like all my bitches' ass been fatter since my pockets chunky
I ain't tryna lay up if I ain't made no pape, 'cause then I might get grumpy
Dicked the hoe down one time, the bitch got happy—I told her, "Don't get junky"
Lil' Tkey a junkie with that money, I still might flip a onion, huh
[Chorus]
Wake up, count these racks, lil' n***a, I can't be broke
Lil' bitch say she want a jimmy, but she act finicky, I'd rather fuck on the throat
Wanna learn how to slut you a bitch and get money? Just come tome, I'm a pro
If shawty come over and she ain't throwin' no pussy, I gotta tell her to go
She like, "Baby, I think it's gon' rain"—bitch, it's an umbrella way down the road
Hoe mad 'cause I didn't know her name, I don't give a fuck, I ain't ask her to know it

[Outro]
Geeked up, 85, I'm blowin'
All these hoes be scrams, I'm knowin'
I just fuck, and I dip—I ain't goin'
Bitch, buy me some food, I'm hungry