[Intro: Will, Lay Bankz & Sybree]
Ayy, Lay, what you on, Lay?
What you on, bro, what you on?
Ayy, Bree, what you on, Bree?
Shit, nothin', what you on, gang?
Here we go
Hah
Rockstar shit, 5Star shit (Jersey)
Big rockstar

[Chorus: Will]
Come on, hit it one time
Ayy, Bree, she callin' my line
Ayy, Lay, you is my slime
Come on, we get caught for a dime
Come on
Shamone
Come on
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Will & Lay Bankz]
Thinkin' that we broke, lil' boy, you can die that (Die that)
Anything you want, we can buy that
New lil' Jag and the Bentley, I'ma cop that (Yeah)
With a Cartier on my wrist
Know that I'm lit, they be tryna take the pic
Like come on, man, I'm flashy as shit
New lil' chick and she sassy as shit
And she look bad, so I bag from the rip like
Okay, hе want a tip, rock him (Bah)
Oh, he wanna lack? Pop him (Bah)
Oh, he coppin' out? Block him
Let's go
[Verse 2: Sybree & Lay Bankz]
Oh, hе want the smoke? Okay (Yeah)
We tell that boy to come get it, yeah
We tryna see if he with it
We tryna see if he with it
Got Lay on the jawn, she gon' get it (He know it)
Fuck all these bitches, they trippin' (Fuck 'em)
Fuck all these bitches, they trippin' (Fuck 'em)
Fuck all these bitches, they trippin' (Nah)
This for my
This for my
Let's go
Walk in the party, I'm sippin' on Pepsi (Yeah)
Wait, nah, I'm sippin' on Fanta
We gettin' lit, we got fans out Atlanta (Out the A)
Naw, we got fans out Atlanta

[Chorus: Will]
Come on, hit it one time
Ayy, Bree, she callin' my line
Ayy, Lay, you is my slime
Come on, we get caught for a dime
Come on
Shamone
Come on
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Lay Bankz]
Chasin' the bag and you chasin' a Rollie
Keep your distance, you n***as don't know me
You cuffin' on thotties, she fuck with my homie
Did the dash in a new store Johnny
I want a jet black matte Bugatti
I don't really jank, got smoke, that's problem
Met a white girl, think her name was Molly
Get left or get right, put you n***as behind me
This for my dodie, uh
None of you bitches know me, uh
He want a brand new homie
'Cause all of my homies smoked him
Pop your shit, twin
Chasin' a bag, talkin' big shit
They know the difference
Come around me, keep your distance

[Chorus: Will]
Come on, hit it one time
Ayy, Bree, she callin' my line
Ayy, Lay, you is my slime
Come on, we get caught for a dime
Come on
Shamone
Come on
Yeah, yeah
[Outro: Lay Bankz]
This for my dodie, uh
None of you bitches know me, uh
He want a brand new homie, uh
'Cause all of my homies smoked him, uh