[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
Soft white powder, clam chowder with your bitch
Snortin' up that line, she tryin' to ease up her mind
Two door on that black coupe, no gold, black jewels
Fuck you and yo attitude, I do what I got to
Man the pot ain't free stupid
Knots in my jeans, caviar and ice cream
It seems that I like these nice things
So I'm out here for that green
Peakin' through the sunroof, mesmerized on the clouds
I wish to be on that level, so I picked up that loud
Let yo chick roll the blunt
She made me proud, applause
I'm tryin' to get up in them draws
Better yet, I'm tryin' to get up in them jaws
So stop poppin' your jaws, and park the car

[Bridge: $ir Cartier]
Cartier with the dollar bill
Rain, club (Yeah, yeah)
Trying to get all the bitches
All the bitches, all the bitches

[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]
Check my steeze bitch please
I got cheese
My whole team ill
Real Dope, we blow by Os
Real cutthroat
Fuck a ho, we 'bout that dough
Skate racks, break club flow go on her jean jack'
You and your crew wack
Air pack, you want that
Cash first, that's so I got that gold on deck
Nice coupe, bad chick in the front ho, then the pooch
White man wealth, I'm sitting tall like I hoop
Mad cheese, mad steeze, dopeness in my tissue
Money ain't the issue
I thought you n***as been knew
That I was under the influence
N***a, I am true to this
You lame n***as got me all bent
Y'all new to this
Talk about this money we involved in
Blow that J then we vent, n***a