[Chorus]
I see 12 then you know that I'm runnin’
Big bankroll, man, you know that I'm thumbin'
Been counting up checks, man, this shit ain’t nothin'
I'm smoking on dope, you know I'm big bluntin'

[Verse]
He is a bitch, yeah, he got confronted
Ain't going out sad about my money
Wanna ride in a foreign, yeah, I done it
Lotta money, I be counting them hundreds
Not trusting no more, man, I can't believe it
N***as be hating, ain't got no reason
With my team and my n***as be eatin’
Thot bitch, kicked her out, get to leaving
Sit down with my gang like a meeting
Good gas all a n***a be breathing
Getting money, n***as don’t know the meaning
Good Wock, man, that n***a was leaning
G-Shock, better know it's by Ferg
Real ice, n***a, just like a "brr"
Bad bitch and she got the curves
Foreign car, man, you know I’ma swerve
Sing on the song, n***a, like I'm Whitney
Bankrolls, man, I'm keeping it with me
Real n***a, man, you know I'm a real G
Hop in that foreign, get to speeding
Said she got money and she don’t need me
I'm with my bloods, yeah, we are bleeding
Ain't talking 'bout a gang, I'm talking 'bout my family
I'ma watch a Fight play with my family
Too much Louis, you already know
Big bankroll when I walk in the store
Rich n***a, man, you know I ain't poor
I'm getting pizza, I be gettin' the dough
Good gas, what the fuck is a pote?
I'm smoking Gelato like a float
He getting money, yeah, that n***a my bro
I'm getting money, yeah, I get it for sure
Look at my goddamn neck, it's cold
N***a, you a bitch, I know you told
These n***as be bitches, man, breaking the code
Light up the blunt, lights off, then I'm gone
Flew to LA to go home
Smokin' that gas out the raw cone
Call the plug, n***a, pick up the phone
Bitches calling, man, leave me alone
[Chorus]
I see 12 then you know that I'm runnin'
Big bankroll, man, you know that I'm thumbin'
Been counting up checks, man, this shit ain't nothin'
I'm smoking on dope, you know I'm big blunting