[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma pull up on a n***a bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt)
I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip (Sheesh, sheesh)

[Chorus]
N***as know, they get the memo (They get the what?)
Stack them racks, they know the memo (Stack it up, stack it up)
N***a, stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo
Yeah, she know the memo

[Post-Chorus]
Check my swag, check my bag filled with cash, n***a
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, n***a
Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah

[Verse 1]
Price of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
Take it out the cat and beat that ass, woah
If you cut my juice, I'ma pull up and shoot
And I, I do my shoppin' on Ferry, no tooth
You just pull up, I'm not fuckin', I'ma still show what it do
Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu' (That's a Bugatti)
Man, I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops (What?)
Bitches just see us and smile like what it do
[Pre-Chorus]
I'ma pull up on a n***a bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt, ayy)
I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip

[Chorus]
N***a know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
N***a, stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah
Yeah, she know the memo

[Verse 2]
I don't play on Arthur, but I'm moonwalkin'
I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin'
When I die, I want a hundred bands inside my casket
I drink Act', I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL (Memo, slatt)
I supply 'em with them bricks and bales (Memo, woo)
I'm gettin' money, n***a, can't you tell? (Hell yeah)
Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail (Memo)
I'm so fresh they want a pic
Pull up on 'em suckers, kickin' shit and with the shits
I thought you were rich but you so broke I don't know shit
My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit

[Chorus]
N***a know they get the memo
Stack them racks, they know the memo
N***a, stop playin', you know the memo
Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
Yeah she know the memo
[Post-Chorus]
Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, n***a
Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, n***a
Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah

[Outro]
Memo
Memo
We got London On Da Track
Yeah, they know the memo
Memo