[Intro]
(RAF, RAF, RAF, RAF)

[Chorus]
In the back of the 'Bach with my feet up
Yeah, this whip cost a lot, better back up
Hundred rounds on me, I don't need backup
Whole gang bossed, I guarantee they gon' look at us
Wake me up to some head, I might need you
Know she sick of me, she got a fever
On my way to Miami, I'm geeked up
You addicted to drugs, I'm addicted to money
My pop changin' colors, that bitch super muddy
I'm killin' this bitch from the back like she owe me
Got a tiger in the backyard, I'm living like Tony
From the scars on her body, I can tell that she lonely
I'm married to the money, she wanna marry me
Tiptoe out the room in a pair of three
Too much motion, you can't even cross the street
Turn to a dickhead when I'm off of codeine

[Verse]
I don't really know who love me for who I am, If it's just these bands
I wipe my ass with a hundred, throw it at your face, it was part of the plan, yeah
Shittin' on n***as, goddamn, yeah
Black and white Balencis, not Vans
Built this shit from the ground where I stand
I stay blessin' my bitch, amen
She fed up with me, she don't wanna be alive no more
I'm workin' hard so the whole gang glow
Got drank from Philly, call it Rocky Balboa
Dig up in her pussy like I'm lookin' for gold
Yeah, pints coming in
Take a picture, I just popped a rubber band
Weighing up pounds, I ain't weighing up a gram
I do what I want and you doin' what you can
Guarantee, I'm more high than an airplane
Sippin' red wine, this ain't no rosé
Want me out of your life, I'm like, "Okay"
Try to reach, we gon' aim for your nose ring
My bitch bite like a pit' but she well trained
Servin' pills on the play like it's cocaine
Why you feel entitled? You a no-name
You got caught in a lie, it's on 4K
Don't get popped in your shit havin' road rage
[Chorus]
In the back of the 'Bach with my feet up
Yeah, this whip cost a lot, better back up
Hundred rounds on me, I don't need backup
Whole gang bossed, I guarantee they gon' look at us
Wake me up to some head, I might need you
Know she sick of me, she got a fever
On my way to Miami, I'm geeked up
You addicted to drugs, I'm addicted to money
My pop changin' colors, that bitch super muddy
I'm killin' this bitch from the back like she owe me
Got a tiger in the backyard, I'm living like Tony
From the scars on her body, I can tell that she lonely
I'm married to the money, she wanna marry me
Tiptoe out the room in a pair of three
Too much motion, you can't even cross the street
Turn to a dickhead when I'm off of codeine