[Verse 1: G.T.]
Shorty wanna fuck but she don't even know I'm taxin'
I got some n***as claimin' blood, got some crips say what's crackin'
I done fucked the road up from Tennessee to Cincinnati
I do the 4 door grand coupe, my bitch whip the caddy
I learned respect from my momma, learned the hustle from my daddy
My granny used to say I look like my granddaddy
My bitch say I never got no time, she can't stand it
But the pros I made off my last bag outstanding
You want Chanel, you want Dior, you want the Prada, you want Birkin
I'm out every day servin', chain water let's go surfin'
Like 75 racks what I spent my last purchase
What you coppin' cause we workin'
N***a nothin, n***as perpin' (Ayе aye)

[Chorus: G.T.]
I can't (I can't) I can't talk to these brokе n***as
The bitch like scammin' I ain't her type I'm a dope dealer
I'm spendin' all this money bitch you better brought some throat with you
Rockin' all my fuckin' chains I should've brung a coat with me
My n***a need a bag I threw the rope to 'em
The hood was gettin' dry I gave some hope to it
N***as get on tracks and get to lyin' on the pro tools
A blender and compressor when I'm mixin' these my blow tools

[Verse 2: Brill 4 the Thrill]
It's a whole lotta money in the room when we step in it
25k on me in a white X5 gettin' neck in it
Ran this bitch through the money counter, might bust down my neck with it
If he green, I'll sell his ass a Mylar with deps in it
Ugh, tryna build me a empire like I'm Ghazi
In Yountville with my bitch bustin' down dinner at the French Laundry
She bust moves like she breakdancing, gon' ride or die like she Bonnie
Just dropped a 6 in a 2 liter got me walkin' round like a zombie
We got work so good I give it 2 thumbs up like I'm Fonzi
I just left from yo bitch crib, she blew me up like she bombed me
Me and Banks in and out the bank and we back to back in them Audi's
I slide through and make a hand swap for that money bag then I'm outty
[Chorus: G.T.]
I can't (I can't) I can't talk to these broke n***as
The bitch like scammin' I ain't her type I'm a dope dealer
I'm spendin' all this money bitch you better brought some throat with you
Rockin' all my fuckin' chains I should've brung a coat with me
My n***a need a bag I threw the rope to 'em
The hood was gettin' dry I gave some hope to it
N***as get on tracks and get to lyin' on the pro tools
A blender and compressor when I'm mixin' these my blow tools