[Intro]
Bih', what?
(D. Hill)

[Verse]
Uh, ride with the cooler, that bih' like a—, uh
Ride with the cooler, it's loud like a ruler, these n***as intruders, these n***as gon' get on they shooters
They shoot at us
Yeah, you know that I'm booted, I know that I'm geeked
I know that I'm geeked, my bih', sleep, I can't sleep, uh, yeah
Wake up with that cash, got racks all on my sleeve
Shawty—, uh
I'm like Bob Marley, bitch, I'm smokin' on weed, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta thots, whole lotta cash all on us, uh, yeah
Can't talk to a thot anymore, yeah
We don't fuck with you, bitch
Count up that money get richer, count up that money get richer, yeah
Count up that monеy get richer, count up that money gеt richer, ha
I bought my bitch a new Richard, I bought my bitch a new Richard, yeah, huh
Whole gang rockin' the Richard, now we look real rich, yeah
Dig, yeah, uh
This shit way too big, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I got ten hoes in California, yeah
I had ten hoes on me in the mornin', yeah
I got ten hoes and they all moanin'
Yeah, racks in my bag, racks in my—, uh
Racks on that bitch, put in the—, uh
Pull out the switch, hit him real quick
He gotta go, left him in the ditch
We in the south, bangin' the .8, uh, uh
Whole lotta red shit, uh, uh
On that red bih', uh, uh
I need a red bih', hol' on
I'm on some savage shit, yeah
I'm 'bout to shred shit, yeah
All these n***as fake, yeah
I ain't tryna share shit, yeah
I can't talk to a ho, yeah, 'cause they love shit, yeah
I can't fuck with these n***as, yeah, they triflin'
Shawty, she killin', yeah, I swear I better not see him
We gon' rob a n***a, yeah, jit, get even, uh
Uh, I got some bitches in Bleveland, they fuckin', they fuckin', they fuckin', okay, uh
They fuckin' on Carti, they fuckin' on Carti 'cause he got some hundreds, yeah
We hop in the truck, yeah, we hop in that SUV, get stuck
Two cups full of that lean, baby, pour me up
[Outro]
I'ma come out real quick