[Pre-Chorus: Rarin]
Audi, I8, matte black with the finish
Cruising in my city yeah the fans got me winning
Topping at 130, hit the pedal and I kick it
Met some sharp turns but I turn it and I drift it

[Chorus: Rarin]
SO WHAT! I might have some heavy days
But fuck love, had to hide the racks away
It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates
I’m fessed up, I ain’t got nothing to say
So what! I might have some heavy days
But fuck love, had to hide the racks away
It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates
I’m fessed up, I ain’t got nothing to say

[Verse 1: Rarin]
You think ima let you run away with it, nah
I ain’t buying shorty another plane ticket, nah
Moving coast to coast, is the fame hitting, nah
Does my money fade like a faint image, nah
123 I’ll pack it up
.223 I’ll sauce you up
Hitting up my celly, wanting Fendi yeah she fed me up
We was two now you are one
Simple math just add it up
Always catching L’s I was ready for this breaking up
What's the point of, all this loving
I get turnt up, off my own hits
You could learn girl, just start watching
I been always in my bag, don’t need a love fix
[Pre-Chorus: Rarin]
Audi, I8, matte black with the finish
Cruising in my city yeah the fans got me winning
Topping at 130, hit the pedal and I kick it
Met some sharp turns but I turn it and I drift it

[Chorus: Rarin]
SO WHAT! I might have some heavy days
But fuck love, had to hide the racks away
It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates
I’m fessed up, I ain’t got nothing to say
So what! I might have some heavy days
But fuck love, had to hide the racks away
It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates
I’m fessed up, I ain’t got nothing to say

[Verse 2: BrxkenBxy]
Mad at me cause I grinded
You lost your way but you’ll find it
They hate on me cause I’m something
Wish you were me but boy you ain’t nothing
Used to tell me I would never be shit
Now I’ll be the kid that everybody bitch wanna be with
My brother pulled a stick but I ain’t seen shit
Everywhere we go my homies keep it the realest
Everywhere I go I got a bitch in her feelings
But she ain’t mean a thing, guess that’s why I keep leaving
It’s 2k for a feature, bitch you better believe it
My momma need a bag and a coupe with no ceiling
[Pre-Chorus: Rarin]
Audi, I8, matte black with the finish
Cruising in my city yeah the fans got me winning
Topping at 130, hit the pedal and I kick it
Met some sharp turns but I turn it and I drift it

[Chorus: Rarin]
SO WHAT! I might have some heavy days
But fuck love, had to hide the racks away
It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates
I’m fessed up, I ain’t got nothing to say
So what! I might have some heavy days
But fuck love, had to hide the racks away
It stays tucked, yeah my money hibernates
I’m fessed up, I ain’t got nothing to say