[Intro]
(Yeah) Yeah-yeah, yeah, (I-I love you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Bitch, I get that cash and flip it)
Yeah (Damn, yeah), yeah, yeah (Money stack, I trip it)
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I get that cash and flip it (I flip it)
Money stack, I trip' it (Ah)
That bitch want my racks, she trippin’
I got what she's missing
That n***a broke, his money a midget
That bitch a ho, she can't be my mistress
I put a reticle, all on my Glocks, I ain’t missing, yeah
While I'm fucking this bitch, I tell myself, "Don't get attached" (Don't get attached)
I tell myself, "I can never go back"
I did it again and she's stuck on my neck, yeah (Stuck on my neck)
Fuck it, that money come back, "How you do it?"
N***a, I was born to flex
I'm never lackin', got a stick in the bag
You cross that line, you get hit with the blatt-blatt, yeah
Fuck it, I get in that cat, oh, yeah
She talking 'bout, "Give me a bag"
N***a, fuck my opps, them n***as some trash
N***a, let me get up, let me hit ’em with fat shit
On that timin’, n***a, do a drill in a fast whip
I'm fucking this bitch, she get beat through the mattress
I ain’t fuck with the law, they all gotta catch me
I hop in that Rolls, this shit get so messy
[Verse]
After I fuck, she get kicked out, Messi
BBS, L on my size, Balenci'
I hit my opp, got me doing The Griddy
I can't wife on that thot, this bitch be greedy
Ridin' with a big-ass ARP in the city
I don’t fuck with these n***as, they queer, they Diddy
I don't fuck with these thot bitches, they tryna get me
I see my opp, I'ma give his ass fifty
Not a bucket
Look at the price of the Wock, I say, "Fuck it"
Old-ass n***as talking shit, n***a, kick the bucket
If you're still alive, you lucky
Count it up, bitch, I'm a rich ass junkie
I was never dumb, bitch, I was never a flunky
I'm focused, I ran up a whole lot of money
N***a, you can't score, your ass like Bronny (Oh, yeah)
She can't change my life, she can't change my soul
I can't change my life, that's just how it goes
I'ma enjoy my high, 'cause I was at my low
I control my life, bitch, I'm on my own (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I get that cash and flip it (Bitch, I get that cash)
Money-money stack, I trip' it (Ah)
That bitch want my racks, she trippin'-trippin'
I got what she's missin'
That n***a broke, his money a midget
That bitch a ho, she can't be my mistress
I put a reticle, all on my Glocks, I ain't missing, yeah
While I'm fucking this bitch, I tell myself, "Don't get attached" (Don't get attached)
I tell myself, "I can never go back"
I did it again and she's stuck on my neck, yeah (Stuck on my neck)
Fuck it, that money come back, "How you do it?"
N***a, I was born to flex
I'm never lackin', got a stick in the bag
You cross that line, you get hit with the blatt-blatt, yeah
Fuck it, I get in that cat, oh, yeah
She talking 'bout, "Give me a bag"
N***a, fuck my opps, them n***as some trash
N***a, let me get up, let me hit 'em with fat shit
On that timin', n***a, do a drill in a fast whip
I'm fucking this bitch, she get beat through the mattress
I ain't fuck with the law, they all gotta catch me
I hop in that Rolls, this shit get so messy
[Outro]
(Yeah-yeah, bitch)
I hit my opp, got me—
I hit my opp, got me doin' The Griddy
I see my opp and I'm—
I see my opp and I'm givin' him fifty
I don't fuck with these thot bitches, they tryna get me