[Chorus: Cash Click Boog]
You better tuck your chain, bitch it's gang in here
Lil Nuny stuck that thang in here
All these diamonds on my body, I might faint in here
Rollin' cookie packs back to back, bitch it stank in here
You better stay up in your lane in here
'Cause it can be a white sheet on your body while you lay in here
I told Malo we can't play this year
Everywhere we keep them pistols heavy, we can take it there

[Verse 1: Cash Click Boog]
Stackin' bitcoins, I'm different flexin'
Woke up with your bitch up in my bed, she ate my dick for breakfast
Your main ho just got picked off, that's an interception
G-O-D, if she ain't cashin' out then I ain't interested
Patrero, I'm right there by the intersection
Pull up in a manner, I ain't in to crescents
I don't need shit but this draco and this Smith & Wesson
When n***as killed Tino I felt disrespected, hey
Bigs and One just hit Nini on the method back
Dezi keep me laced up with them naughties, I be lovin' that
I fuck with Shannon 'cause she double back
Camila wasn't tryna up them bands, I can't fuck with that
Call Monte on my brother at
Rerock you with this Karo, now you stuck with that
Pillow talkin' to them bitches, man what's up with that?
If a n***a bug, Lil Bug know to up the strap
And I always keep them shootas with me
Ten milly on my hip, I'm in Erotic City, yeah
Hell yeah I don't want no dance, ain't got no dollars with me
Only blue face hundreds and a lot of fifties, ayy
On the airplane with a lot of pounds
My bitch bad like a problem child
N***a talkin' tough talk, they better calm it down, ayy
'Cause this F&N seven hold a lot of rounds
I got lil dawgs, I don't need to shoot
They'll cause hell if I need 'em to
And bitch you better skip town if we beef with you
Or you a dead man walkin' just like Beetlejuice, ah
[Chorus: Cash Click Boog]
You better tuck your chain, bitch it's gang in here
Lil Nuny stuck that thang in here
All these diamonds on my body, I might faint in here
Rollin' cookie packs back to back, bitch it stank in here
You better stay up in your lane in here
'Cause it can be a white sheet on your body while you lay in here
I told Malo we can't play this year
Everywhere we keep them pistols heavy, we can take it there

[Verse 2: Yatta]
Tuck your chain, bitch it's gang in here
Gucci Goo snuck that thang in here
I don't think I missed the store, bitch I'm straight in here
And n***a I ain't rollin' shit up, I catch a fade in here
Ayy, brass steel, catch a blade in here
Cut a n***a face, you think he shave in here
Told Moni we gon' invest in real estate this year
Got cookies on the State Farm like it's Jake in here, bitch
Get off your ass and go bust a date
Then get out my trap, I ain't tryna stay
I don't trap with my bitches, send 'em out of state
Pull up on the low, I ain't been on the A
Wonderin' why these n***as wanna fuck with me now
Lil bitches that lived, they want me to dick 'em down
You ain't tryna get served, please don't bring your bitch around
Sucker claimed some shit he ain’t did, bet he wish he didn’t now
If my clique around, them sticks around, that's mando right
Suckers die, we double back, shoot up the candlelight
First class and Goyard bags, I like to travel right