[Intro]
Rrr, rrr, ayy, bitch
Real Murda Worth shit, I'm talkin 'bout
Kele on the beat, that's all that I need
Bitch, ahh, bitch, ahh

[Chorus]
Kele on the beat, that's all that I need
I do my money dance, my money, dance, money on fleek (Bitch)
She be on plenty Xans, don't use no hands, you fuckin' me
Bitch, all my friends are dead, don't got no friends, I keep it bleak
Bitch, I spin through, tote' my heat
Bitch, I be at yo' house, when I creep
And my money long, look like a [?]
Fucked up, gotta' get on my deen
And I'm smokin' on opp, be the 3-3
Girl, you know I just do what I need

[Verse]
Hopped that car, then I spin like a CD
Girl, you know I be rollin' three-deep
Fuckin' up, gotta' get on my deen
I don't get on my deen, it ain't lookin' up for me
Spin through, and I slide with the heat
I'ma keep it discreet, n***as ain't gonna fuck with me
Bad bitch but her name is Dominique
She be with the opps, who wants to shots to me
Fuck n***as be talkin' bout droppin' me
They talk 'bout poppin' me, it's "fuck you," honestly
So high, I might be where a comet be
Fuck the internet, fuck what the comments be
I got a bad bitch suckin' me constantly
Spend the money, gettin' paper like Constable
Too high, bitch, I'm inaudible
It's me and Kele, smoke, back on the auction too
Brand new gun, I ain't boxin' you
My bitch bad, she won't talk to you
Don't get bro mad, makin' him hate you
30 in jail, won't quit the 'K too
I know how it is brudda', I can't blame you
Lil' D locked up, even J too
You a bitch with a gun, don't make me J you
Lil' bitch don't make me cake you
If [?] friends gone, what would they do
If you ain't gettin' on, what would you do
He flexin' that weak, we can see what to shoot through
[?]
I ain't get yo' n***a whacked on YouTube
Bro, I get yo' n***a whacked with voodoo
Beef ain't real, n***as do it for YouTube
Slide through, you can see what my troops do
N***as waste my time, I won't shoot you
Just stay in yo' lane when it's you too
[Chorus]
Bitch, I got Kele on the beat, that's all that I need
I do my money dance, my money, dance, money on fleek (Bitch)
She be on plenty Xans, don't use no hands, you fuckin' me
Bitch, all my friends are dead, don't got no friends, I keep it bleak
Bitch, I spin through, tote' my heat
Bitch, I be at yo' house, when I creep
And my money long, look like a [?]
Fucked up, gotta' get on my deen
And I'm smokin' on opp, be the 3-3
Girl, you know I just do what I need