Aye look, i drop the top and i make sure you feel it
My youngins come get you they come hurt ya feelings
I dont give a fuck bout a bitch or her feelinsg
My youngins pull up an they split ya like peelings
They came from the bottom we lit up gorilla
That stupid givenchy go crazy take pictures
I go do a show then i count up my figures
That hatin be dumb cut you off like sum scissors
I make a play gotta get it i run up them digits
I'll do it so fast you'll think i was a ninja
He got a problem send cozy he get ya
Call firefighters they pull up and wet ya
My pockets stay stuffed like a fat kid, them boys wit tha action, they swear that they know what my youngin be packin, i zoom in the coupe like alladin, that boy stealin swag he a faggot
Go get the money go bag it, bro keep the tool got a ratchet
Dont hit the blunt needa pass it, got a drug test needa pass it
Bitch!

Aye
Bro he done slipped got a cool stitch
I'm in the pool wit a cool bitch
Im in the front of the coupe, tint
She stick to me like a glue stick

We lit gorilla, play wit tha iron
Eatin them cheetos, my breath on fire
I keep em bitches on lock but you know how we comin
Call brodie he gunnin, you runnin i'm drippin no fountain
My racks it be tall like a mountain i rap for the bands gotta count it
Accountant come in and you know that we countin
That money come in and you know that we bounce it
Like fountains yo bitches get wet, so water
I love the way she get wet, yo daughter
Strike him in the head, lightning, harry potter
Catch me in the pussy where its wet like an otter
Feeder pig pull up on ya bro get slaughtered
Pull up on ya girl like a pimp, get fathered
Diamonds came right from the lake, fresh water
Gucci snake all on my neck, red collar
Red collar my neck and that green in my bag
Stop all that flexing wit hoes that i had
Hatin's for bitches thats soundin down bad
He got a gun but that bitch ain't gon blast