[Intro: Blacc Zacc]
(You know this a Priority)
Got these n***as wonderin' like, "Who that?"
Uh, uh
(Damn, Kelz, how you do that?)

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Made a couple million off the iPhone (Brrt)
Money got my mind gone
Got these n***as lookin' like, "Who that?" (Who that?)
A lot of n***as wonderin' how he do that (How he do that?)
Self-made n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Fuckin' with my chains on, AP honeycomb
'Bout to get a hundred gone, n***a, I'ma move that (Move that)
A lot of n***as wonderin' how he do that (How he do that?)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Uh)
Real trap n***a and you knеw that, uh

[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
Fuck it, I might fly another bitch out (Bitch out)
Ride around the city with thе stick out (Stick out)
This chopper make a tough n***a bitch out (Brrt)
I almost caught a body, but I missed out (Bitch)
I still get a thrill off the pack when I move it (Move it)
Treat it like Nike, it ain't nothin' but to do it (Do it)
Beat the pot, just like a thot, run through it (Beat it)
Young rich n***a, trap n***as, I influence (Ooh)
Bought a Lamborghini, but I still love a Buick (Skrrt)
I was puttin' thangs on the plane with the stewardess, uh (Yoom)
They say they gettin' it, but we know that's cap
They don't get money like that
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc & Foogiano]
Made a couple million off the iPhone
Money got my mind gone
Got these n***as lookin' like, "Who that?" (Who that?)
A lot of n***as wonderin' how he do that (How he do that?)
Self-made n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Fuckin' with my chains on, AP honeycomb
'Bout to get a hundred gone, n***a, I'ma move that (Move that)
A lot of n***as wonderin' how he do that (How he do that?)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that, real trap n***a)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Uh, ho)
Real trap n***a and you knew that, uh

[Verse 2: Foogiano]
Made a couple million 'cause my baby mama ain't shit
Almost broke my wrist tryna whip up a whole brick
Fucked the bitch, got mad, boy, you on the ho list
Turn the lights off, bet I look like a glowstick
Me and Nyke just like birds of a feather
Him and Zacc like brothers, so you know we flock together
I was gettin' head from your bitch ridin' in a Tesla
Then I gave the boy an autograph, I'm a dirty fella
All my bitches bossed up, I don't like a poor bitch
Had to crank the trap up, boy, I want some more mils
And my pockets thick as hell like it was some oatmeal
Been jumped off the porch, boy, I ran the whole field
[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
Made a couple million off the iPhone
Money got my mind gone
Got these n***as lookin' like, "Who that?" (Who that?)
A lot of n***as wonderin' how he do that (How he do that?)
Self-made n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Fuckin' with my chains on, AP honeycomb
'Bout to get a hundred gone, n***a, I'ma move that (Move that)
A lot of n***as wonderin' how he do that (How he do that?)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Knew that)
Real trap n***a and you knew that (Uh)
Real trap n***a and you knew that, uh