[Chorus: Sbg Kemo]
Bitch, I'm comin', pass me the baton (Come here, huh)
Bitch, I got these pants jus' from Milan (Huh, huh)
You play and killas gon' be dancin' on ya' lawn, yeah (Bitch!)
I'm in love wit' money, I'm romantic wit' the funds (Come here)
Had to run them bands up, you ain't give me none (Uh-uh)
In this bitch we hittin' yo' mans up if he steal a crumb (Bitch!)
We'll make you put yo' hands up, you don't wanna meet the drum (Uh-uh)
I be laughin', watch 'em run (Hah)
Put a switchy on my gun, bitch, we do this shit for fun (Braa!)

[Verse 1: Ke Millie]
I just left the mall, I spent like fifteen (16)
Hundred on a neck piece, bitch, you know I like to get drippy (Drippy)
My bitch bad and boujee, she like dining out at Beni-
-hana, Dolce & Gabbana for her lil accessories (Uh, uh)
She think I'm a dog, she gon' try feed me Pedigree
And...I know who to call when I know it's time to get freaky (Uh, uh)
I...need to know if you could work it, you could reverse it like you missy (Uh, uh)
Need to know if you worth it, if you got a purpose for all these Benji's (Uh, uh)

[Chorus: Sbg Kemo]
Bitch, I'm comin', pass me the baton (Come here, huh)
Bitch, I got these pants jus' from Milan (Huh, huh)
You play and killas gon' be dancin' on ya' lawn, yeah (Bitch!)
I'm in love wit' money, I'm romantic wit' the funds (Come here)
Had to run them bands up, you ain't give me none (Uh-uh)
In this bitch we hittin' yo' mans up, if he steal a crumb (Bitch!)
We'll make you put yo' hands up, you don't wanna meet the drum (Uh-uh)
I be laughin', watch 'em run (Hah)
Put a switchy on my gun, bitch, we do this shit for fun

[Verse 2: Sbg Kemo]
I ride wit' my blicky, shit'll get tricky, I'll get itchy
Everybody say I'm a stand-up guy, fuck n***as keep tryna see me, uh
Don't pass me no vodka, I sip Remy, I sip Remy
I feel envy, all of these n***as tryna diss me, they cannot sit wit' me, I...
Handle this shit like I'm the controller, trap phone was a Motorola
Stretch a n***a, make him do yoga, SBG my [?]
I was a hot n***a, now I'm older
Now I'm a cool n***a, chip on my shoulder
Weight on my back, shit like a boulder
They shoulda told ya', I'ma unloader
Yeah, I came up from some Glocks to blocks and we sold rocks
And I got all this guap up in this drop, might lose my top
N***as fake a lot, like they get hot but, they just not
And I get cake a lot wit' the latest clock but, the thang is bop
[Chorus: Sbg Kemo]
Bitch, I'm comin', pass me the baton (Come here, huh)
Bitch, I got these pants jus' from Milan (Huh, huh)
You play and killas gon' be dancin' on ya' lawn, yeah (Bitch!)
I'm in love wit' money, I'm romantic wit' the funds (Come here)
Had to run them bands up, you ain't give me none (Uh-uh)
In this bitch we hittin' yo' mans up if he steal a crumb (Bitch!)
We'll make you put yo' hands up, you don't wanna meet the drum (Uh-uh)
I be laughin', watch 'em run (Hah)
Put a switchy on my gun, bitch, we do this shit for fun (Go)