[Coro: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, in the booth, gettin' high
Yeah, goin' up, so I gotta hold it down
Yeah, all the bad bitches are outside
Yeah, freak bitches, finna take her to the house
Swear i been a real n***a all my life
Smoke fire blunt, that's a high-five
You ain't tryna run It up, boy, you fried
Ain't shit but that money on my mind

[Verso 1: Luh Tyler]
Every single day, i be on the grind
All that shit fake, n***a Just rhyming
N***a, take the cap off, quit lying
N***a, i just wanna shine like my diamonds
On the way to the top, I been climbing
I been smoking za, gettin' higher than the Pilot
Stackin' all this guap, n***a, now my money pilling
Finally, all this hard work done paid off
How the fuck I woke to chеck on my day off?
Brodie been swingin' them sticks, he don't play golf
Got a hood bitch, shе'll spray you with some mace, dog
Until you come up, all you gotta do is stay down
In the party, brodie got It tucked, he don't play 'round
All i gotta do is spit a bar to get paid now
And they know my bro'll lit a spark if it came down to It
Bitch at the spot, ass up and her face down
(Ugh)
[Coro: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, in the booth, gettin' high
Yeah, goin' up, so I gotta hold it down
Yeah, all the bad bitches are outside
Yeah, freak bitches, finna take her to the house
Swear i been a real n***a all my life
Smoke fire blunt, that's a high-five
You ain't tryna run It up, boy, you fried
Ain't shit but that money on my mind

[Verso 2: Bb Trickz]
Cuando sola y en mi bola con el combo entero
Who smack a bitch up, no me tires del pelo
Yo soy la mas mala, tu solo eres la más cuero
Si habla mierda en priva'o, no sé cual es el miedo
Va que tiene muchos hits, en la calle muchos hits
Beny hit, Cofi hit, Steve hit, Omar hit
Chulo hit, Seco hit
Vaya pussy más exclusive
Y eso que no he nombra'o a los chavales random que le gustan más
Can never be me, Bb, no como cualquiera
Me gusta con pistola, con jevo y una manguera
Mi novio hace papel, tu novio fuma papela
Y si me gusta te lo quito (haha), me la pela
A ese dick yo le dejo una reseña, bien se saben mis amigas que tu novio no te pela
Me hecho la francesa corta pa' poder entrarte a tortas
Los tigueres te tienen miedo y por eso te dan con gorra
[Coro: Luh Tyler]
Yeah, in the booth, gettin' high
Yeah, goin' up, so I gotta hold it down
Yeah, all the bad bitches are outside
Yeah, freak bitches, finna take her to the house
Swear i been a real n***a all my life
Smoke fire blunt, that's a high-five
You ain't tryna run It up, boy, you fried
Ain't shit but that money on my mind