[Intro: G.T. & Bai]
Brrt
How 'bout you let me fuck on somethin'?
I ain't coming out the pussy, I ain't pressed for the money (What?)
I be with the boss man, you be with the runners (Oh yeah)
I'm a boss bitch, you can't tell she a runner?
And word around town you ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Ayy, brrt)

[Verse 1: G.T.]
I made one play, fucked around and made a hundred (Yeah, a hundred racks)
If I wear my rose kit, baby, that's a hundred (A hundred racks)
All I did in this game was keep this shit one hundred (One hundred)
And if you want some topside, dog, I need a hundred (A hundred)
I just sent a text to my plug, keep 'em comin' (Hrrt)
I ain't fuckin' with these hoеs, they fuckin' with my hustle (For real)
I donе put some real work in, I got muscle (Yeah)
Muggin' like you mad at the world, we'll bust you (Fah-fah-fah)
You can get whatever, I got racks in the backpack (Racks)
Crawlin' in the Benz, two-seater painted matte black (Yeah)
Stay switchin' lanes, four-door Porsche with the hatchback (Yeah)
And if I cut the bitch off, n***a, I don't backtrack

[Chorus: Bai & G.T.]
I ain't comin' out the pussy, I ain't pressed for the money (What?)
I be with the boss man, you be with the runners (Oh yeah)
I'm a boss bitch, you can't tell she a runner?
And word around town you ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Ayy)
[Verse 2: G.T.]
I can tell you used to n***as cappin' and be bluffin'
I ain't doin' all that talkin', baby, I'ma spin somethin' (Uh-huh)
And I ain't bein' petty, I'll buy your friend somethin' (For real?)
Get you new Chanel and fill it up with hundreds (Pretty Brayah)

[Verse 3: Pretty Brayah]
He drinkin' water after sex, actin' like he did somethin'
Was talkin' all big, how come I ain't feel nothin'?
Been that bitch since a kid, they knew I was a problem
Your plug say he out, 'cause my n***as went and robbed him
You tryna save bitches, hold on, wait, this ain't Gotham
If you buy me shoes, need 'em red on the bottom
These n***as old as hell, playin' games like bingo
If we ain't talkin' money, we ain't talkin', learn the lingo
He know I hit his bitch, that shit fuckin' with his ego
I sent her on a trip, her reward was a trio
These hoes ain't on shit in real life, but fake pages
I'll never catch 'em out, we don't be the same places

[Chorus: Bai & G.T.]
I ain't comin' out the pussy, I ain't pressed for the money (What?)
I be with the boss man, you be with the runners (Oh yeah)
I'm a boss bitch, you can't tell she a runner?
And word around town you ain't got it, why you frontin'? (Ayy)