[Intro]
Let's go (x2)
Yea-uh-uh-uh
Let's go (x5)

[Chorus]
(Yeah uh)
I got racks, I don't ever do that
Flip me an ounce up in this trap
Your gas is snatched, you can't get it back
I know what I'll do if you give me them bands
Quick transaction, hand-to-hand
Whole lot of straps up in this van
So I'll jump outside, he did the dash
And he talked sick, get turned to a pack
Let me just smash that hellcat
Gave her money, don't give me back
And I got racks on top of racks
Making money in my nap
And he gone it for the snap
And she gone do it for the gram
And TEC with the cool kit gone kickback
I got shooters on the map

[Verse]
I think I need more bread, came up off a dope pay
Tryna dodge a long stretch, if he a opp then watch your step
He heard shots and he saw red
Got four thousand-dollar crep'
And I know they want me dead, thirty seven shots I can't forget
Stash up my dope all the way in the attic
Don't got a kid and I keep hearing 'daddy'
I wonder what she'll do just for a patek
And I feel her with meat, just like a patty
And I need a receipt I'm paying taxes
Don't got it for cheap, you know that I'm taxin'
Playin' with a check like I'm working for Nike
I'm hoping the feds ain't tryna indict me
[Chorus] (x2)
(Yeah uh)
I got racks, I don't ever do that
Flip me an ounce up in this trap
Your gas is snatched, you can't get it back
I know what I'll do if you give me them bands
Quick transaction, hand-to-hand
Whole lot of straps up in this van
So I'll jump out—damn he did the dash
And he talked sick, get turned to a pack
Let me just smash that hellcat
Gave her money, don't give me back
And I got racks on top of racks
Making money in my nap
And he gone it for the snap
And she gone do it for the gram
And TEC with the cool kit gone kickback
I got shooters on the map