[Intro: Mikey The Magician]
Aye, shoutout Migo Plug
You gotta suck my mans off

[Chorus: Mikey The Magician]
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do laps like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do laps like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris

[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Too many losses (Too many)
Too many losses, tryna see me dead
Take all my profit (Can't take it)
I ain't gonna bet, make 'em take my end
Don't put me in a coffin (No, no)
And when I'm in a coffin, all but the six be my company
I ain't talkin' 'bout no business
I'm talkin' 'bout all of my homies
Where in the fuck was you at?
Tell me hoe where was you at
When they rolled up with the strap?
Me and Ethan was just out here eatin' grindin' tryna put cheese on the map
Now, tell me what's so wrong with that?
Keep on hustlin' 'til my pockets get fat
I ain't listen cause they got no reason just to cuff it like that
I'm blessed they freed [?]
I'm blessed for the beat on the track
[Chorus: Mikey The Magician]
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do laps like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do laps like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris

[Verse 2: Fat Nick]
I just blew some racks, don't need to make it back
Dick inside the forty, make 'em hit the track
Homie gon' hit it fully, gone on off a pack
Shawty hit my line, she think your stroke is whack
Pop-pop all these oxys down
I feel it, can't you take me out?
Just suckin', fuckin', just for clout
Since sippin' that, there ain't no drought
I just bought some new Rick Owens
I just skrrted out of that
Buffet Boys gon' duck that way
Big dick posted on my hip
I just keep ballin', you hungry
Stackin' that money on money
Sippin' that syrup on syrup
Double cup filled, you can't even just finish
Stuntin' and countin' them knots
Shinin', my ego on top
Thirty on forty on top
[?] in the barrel and comin' out hot
[Chorus: Mikey The Magician]
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do laps like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris
I'm twenty-one, my bitch think that I'm thirty-something
Forty always with me, that could get you jumpin'
Fifty on the dash, do laps like Ricky Bobby
I need me a check, I need like sixty Raris