[Intro]
(I was on the phone with Pi'erre, [?])
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Double, Styrofoam, double cup
Double cup, yeah, hold up
Uh, double cup love
Shawty wanna fuck, drugs, yeah
Double cup love, yeah
Shawty wanna fuck my drugs, yeah
I’m in love, I'm in love with drugs, yeah ([?])
(That-That-That-That-That-That be Maaly Raw)

[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, she fucked 'em up while I fucked the bitch
Got a bitch in the crib waiting on this dick, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no fucks ’bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n***a right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah
Balmain jeans, she fucked 'em up while I fucked the bitch
Got a bitch in the crib waiting on this dick, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no fucks 'bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n***a right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I just fucked this bitch, she fucked my pants up
I was in the trap with my pants up
I just fucked this bitch, she fucked my pants up
I just left the spot with some dancers
[Verse 1]
I can't fuck these hoes forever (Yeah), yeah
I gotta get this money, I'm too clever (Hold up, hold up)
All white Dior sweater, uh (Yeah)
I'ma pull up, yeah, change the weather (Yeah)
Shawty gon’ fuck on me ’cause n***a got cash, yeah
Got bags, shawty want a Birkin bag, hold up
I ain't spendin’ no cash on no thot
I don't trust these bitches, don't plot
Your bitch get smoked like an opp
Give a fuck 'bout none of these cops
I’ma shoot at a motherfucking cop
I'ma shoot 'til the motherfucker drop
I'ma pour up the motherfucking drop
Got hoes on hoes, for days, for sure
I change up these cars, I change up these hoes
I change up my wardrobe, huh

[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, she fucked 'em up while I fucked the bitch
Got a bitch in the crib waiting on this dick, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no fucks 'bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n***a right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah
Balmain jeans, she fucked 'em up while I fucked the bitch
Got a bitch in the crib waiting on this dick, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no fucks 'bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n***a right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I just hit this bitch, she fucked my Balmain jeans up
We just got this money, so we 'bout to fuck the streets up
We don't give no fuck, yeah, my n***as, they stay geeked up
I just hit this bitch, she fucked my Balmain jeans up
I got two .9s, I fucked two hoes
'Cause I'm too fine, I got hoes, yeah
After hoes, yeah, I change clothes, yeah
I change clothes, yeah, different clothes, yeah
Different tastes, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah
Nut in her face, yeah, bad bitch got a case, yeah
But I wanted to give it to her, but I can't give her all, yeah
So I can see this bitch, oh, yeah, I can't even start with you
Trap, but you need trap-trap-trap, they like crack money
I got crack money, I got J's, I got crack junkies
We got money comin', we got blunts, we keep blunt-smoking
We fuck hoes, homie, hold up, yeah, we fuck hoes, homie

[Chorus]
Balmain jeans, she fucked 'em up while I fucked the bitch
Got a bitch in the crib waiting on this dick, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no fucks 'bout none of these opps
I'ma smoke me a n***a right now, hopping out Wagons, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I just fucked this bitch, she fucked my pants up
I was in the trap with my pants up
I just fucked this bitch, she fucked my pants up
I just left the spot with some dancers
[Outro]
[?] ([?])
(That-That-That-That-That-That be Maaly Raw)