(HOOK): Y2
Bands fallin
We ain’t bring wallet
Bands fallin
We ain’t bring wallet
Spend all it
Shit I can’t fold it
She ain’t all that
We paying for it
Can’t call it
Shit I can’t call it
Can’t call it
Shit I can’t call it
Can’t call it
Shit I can’t call it
Can’t call it
Shit I can’t call it

(VERSE 1): Y2
Bands fallin n***a we ain’t bring wallet
We ain’t stalling
We gon need all it
She ont throw it
We ain’t paying for it
Catch body n***a
On ya head Saudi
Where da model bitches
We ont need thottie
Throw a thilly n***a
Whole gang Trilly
We on grizzy n***a
You ain’t Neva busy
Drop sixty in this bitch
Das fa Nipsey
Icy white we always look like scammers
Fam you cannot stand us
All deez band look like we live in concert
She like im a fan
We up international with my Taliban
You ain’t savage Facts
Drip on me like baptist target practice
Don’t cross me like catholic
Give no fucks bout fashion
Gg racks for stashing
We ont procrastinate
All this gas dress code no cap
That bitch know what’s happening
I just be thrashing her
Fuck her then lose her metabolism
Don’t watch me like television
I keep telling n***as
Nobody fucking with that
We don’t need wallet for that
(HOOK): Y2
Bands fallin
We ain’t bring wallet
Bands fallin
We ain’t bring wallet
Spend all it
Shit I can’t fold it
She ain’t all that
We paying for it
Can’t call it
Shit I can’t call it
Can’t call it
Shit I can’t call it
Can’t call it
Shit I can’t call it
Can’t call it
Shit I can’t call it

(VERSE 2): Y2
We be to Gs what Versace is to BIG
Sauce she want lick
This one for ya rent
Ain’t nothing personal
Blew that shit like crip
Sit behind tint
Bruh
We don’t even camp
Bitch can’t tell me shit
This a horse no hemi
All in her mouth like dentist
No cap this shit ain’t fitted
Authentic
Why is you so offended
No preacher these are villains
Don’t get cha boy uplifted
Jump out the roof
Like kill YASELF again
Bitch nothing free
If you don’t fuck the FAMN
You ain’t saying shit
Catch that dick like cramp
Get these bills like Cosby
Proof in pudding
Push Porsche
She got horse and a stallion
Dead man all we know so them ghosts
Be around him
We don’t smoke with them
This shit loud
Yo shit lousy
She ain’t sad but always poke that shit out like she pouting