Running up these checks got a bag with a bad bitch she be sucking dick when I pull up with the address all up on my line cuz you know we got catfis (yea know we got catfis), fuckin on ya bitch in the back like a ad lib pull up with a strap, get the bag now we blastin all up on my line cause she know we got catfis pop a couple xans got me fuckin on a actress

I be counting checks I be counting all these racks I might fuck yo bitch with these diamonds on my neck I got gucci on my bag I might fucking break her back imma pull up with the choppa and the ak with a mag like damn yea I'm in my bag tell her bring it back fuck on yo bitch beretta my hip diamonds my neck and she down for the motherfuckin clique like damn (like damn, like damn)

White girl screamin “where the cocaine at?” im runnin thru the city with the four five yeah now yo girl she want me cause i got the bag pink split dye with a big fat ass now they say they want me cause i got some cash you can have her heart i just want the ass sayin that she love me cause we move to fast cryin on the phone cause this shit won’t last