[Intro]
Ooh, I ain't callin' back, yeah
(Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?)
Gotta get to them racks
I had to double the stack, yeah (Whoa)
I ain't pay my tax, heard she got a gap (Whoa)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (Bullet!)

[Verse]
I ain't callin' back, phone call to the racks
I had to double the stack
I ain't pay my tax, heard she got a gap
I'm like, "Girl, we match," nothing wrong with that
I'm like, "What do you say?" Do I party in May?
Now I go to LA, 'cause it's hot in the day
Put a TEC on your bae, I might take her away
Call up Addison Rae, when I post in that cake (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, Puma the fit, yeah
Dior and Rick, yeah, block or the strip, uh, yeah
Pockеts a Crip, yeah, pop on the hip, yeah
Jеans got a rip, yeah, R.I.P Nip', yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, the coupe, it came with a coupe, yeah
The swoop, it came in a swoop, yeah
It's hot in the bowl like a soup, yeah
My money, it come in the loop, yeah
I ball on the boy like a hoop, yeah
I hit up the lil' boy and then poop, yeah
I'ma stomp on that boy like a boot, yeah
Okay, got a hundred bands, count it with no hands
Come pick up your mans, feel like Vince McMahon
Mind heavy, baby, all my n***as doin' slammin', uh
Bob Marley, baby, all my n***as do is jammin', uh
Who is you touchin'? Yeah, ain't no discussion, yeah
Shawty discussing, yeah, speakers is bumping, yeah
If it's not me i'm jumpin', up in that place, it's sunken
And the booty go round like pumpkin
Whenever i get this money, that's nothin'
They like, "No," diamonds from the sea
Heard they mad at me, hit 'em with that G
They can't F with me, all of my n***as is G's
Whole lotta H I bleed, yeah, got a whole lotta bread on me
On me, on me, on me, on me
Got your shawty on me, she a hottie, on me, uh
N***a, I'm too hard, I ain't talkin' beat
I be with my dawgs, I ain't talkin' Beagle
All of my n***as, they built like a Beagle
Gettin' the money, I feel like a regal
Gettin' money, you know that i'm ready
I might pull up and bust at his navel
And that n***a talked crazy, I saved him
Put a hole in his stomach like a bagel
Put a hole in his stomach like a bagel
I tried shootin', we don't gotta label
Yeah, okay, yeah, uh, yeah, okay
I be in the back, okay, I'ma get racks, okay
Butt a lil' fat, okay, cost a hundred racks, okay
I be in the back, okay, gettin' hella racks, okay
Yeah, feelin' like racks'll pay
I told her, "That's me," uh, shawty want a G
Told her, "Yeah, next week," shawty must think I'm sweet, uh
Baby, I'm too G, uh, baby, I'm so, uh, uh, uh
Money, it's comin' through, yeah
Gotta fuck with they rose gold, yeah
All my money, it's comin' through, yeah
Got a hundred, it bust domes, yeah
I don't fuck with the, uh, uh, yeah
I'ma pull up and, uh, uh, yeah
Pull up, pull up and, uh, uh, yeah
Pull up and, uh, uh, yeah
Pull up and bust, bust, yeah
I'ma pull up and bust, bust
All these n***as, they sus, sus
All of my n***as come in a rush, rush
All my n***as, they come with the rush, rush, uh, yeah
She said she a virgin, it's hurtin', ha-ha-ha