[Chorus]
I'm smoking on that gas
Bitch you know I'm geeked up
Come and get yo bitch
Cause that hoe's tryna link up
I'm not fucking with the opps
Look like them n***as teamed up
Got a hundred in this chop
Might have to put the beam up
And i'm walkin round with mobs
Look like i'm tryna clean up
I been feining for the guap
You walking with a lean gut
You ain't even got no bands
Put them designer jeans up
How them n***as be so fast
But they be tryna make mud

[verse 1]
I cut off a couple hoes tryna talk to me again
I don't even know that bitch
But she keep calling me her friend
I be talkin to the plug
He said he got a different strain
I don't even wanna talk
If it ain't about no dividends
[verse 2]
Everytime i get some money
That shit make me hit my dance
I took a trip to Iran
Fucked your bitch then I ran
I put your bitch in a trance
Now she calling me again
Bitch im rich, suck my dick
Im that shit, yes i am

[Chorus]
I'm smoking on that gas
Bitch you know I'm geeked up
Come and get yo bitch
Cause that hoe's tryna link up
I'm not fucking with the opps
Look like them n***as teamed up
Got a hundred in this chop
Might have to put the beam up
And i'm walkin round with mobs
Look like i'm tryna clean up
I been feining for the guap
You walking with a lean gut
You ain't even got no bands
Put them designer jeans up
How them n***as be so fast
But they be tryna make mud