[Intro]
(Clayco on the beat)

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm smokin' on exotic gas (Yeah)
Hoes, they throw all that ass (Ass)
Yeah, I’m countin’ all this cash (Cash)
I'm way too geeked up, and I'm drivin’ fast, hope that I don’t crash
She say that I spend like way too much, when I cop this fashion (All this fashion)
I might go and pay for her lil’ butt, cop her a new ass (New ass)
Damn, I just went bought a lot of stuff, need a brand new bag
All these racks, they in my jeans, they stuffed, bitch I'm 'bout my bag
Yeah, bitch, I'm 'bout my cash
Yeah, bitch, I'm 'bout my cash
I know that these n***as lame as fuck, they don't get no cash (No cake)
I was with his slut, she sucked me up, then I gave her back (Let's go, let's go)

[Verse]
I walk in thе store, and I walk out with bags (Bags)
I’m not poppin' pills, lil' bitch I pop a tag (Pop a tag)
Yeah, and I just hit his hoe, shе leave with broken back (Broken back)
Yeah, I run off on that n***a, I ain't comin' back (Nah)
Yeah, I hop up on a flight, and go across the map (Map)
Yeah, I won’t talk to that boy if it ain't about them racks ('Bout them racks)
Yeah, bitch we ride in that demon, no this not a Scat' (Not a Scat')
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm smokin' on exotic gas (Yeah)
Hoes, they throw all that ass (Ass)
Yeah, I’m countin’ all this cash (Cash)
I'm way too geeked up, and I'm drivin’ fast, hope that I don’t crash
She say that I spend like way too much, when I cop this fashion (All this fashion)
I might go and pay for her lil’ butt, cop her a new ass (New ass)
Damn, I just went bought a lot of stuff, need a brand new bag
All these racks, they in my jeans, they stuffed, bitch I'm 'bout my bag
Yeah, bitch, I'm 'bout my cash
Yeah, bitch, I'm 'bout my cash
I know that these n***as lame as fuck, they don't get no cash (No cake)
I was with his slut, she sucked me up, then I gave her back (Let's go, back)