[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
Fendi, that's my shoe
I rock Margielas too
I just hit a stain and I took a band or two
I just spent a check, now I'm flyin' in a coupe
Bands on top of bands, stackin' up, hittin' the roof
Fendi, that's my shoe
I rock Margielas too
I just hit a stain and I took a band or two
I just spent a check, now I'm flying in a coupe
Bands on top of bands, stackin' up, hittin' the roof
Shorty by my side, she don't know what to do
She just want the guala, but I want the guala too
Goyard in her hand, she just copped it brand new
We both in a foreign, we both sippin' on the goop
Pull up with the gas, send 'em off like a kite
Servin' to the state like my name is Walter White
All my money lookin' long, bands bluer than the sky
Always draped in the Vuitton, garments on me lookin' light
Phone stay buzzin', all these PayPal alerts
Red laser beam on the Glock, get murked
Ten for the bag, six bands on my shirt
Rollin' in the guap, now I'm rollin' off a perc (popped a bean)

[Verse 2: Lil Wintr]
I just spent a thousand on these pants, yeah
Cashin' in the check, got all my brands, yeah
Too many sips of the lean, I cannot stand, yeah
Rollin' in my bands, got all my brands, yeah
I just spent a thousand on these pants, yeah
Cashin' in the check, got all my bands, yeah
Too many sips of the lean, I cannot stand, yeah
Rollin' in my bands, got all my brands, yeah
Bitches mad, lames on my dick, yeah
Ridin' 'round in the coupe, we be rollin', it be lit, yeah
'Sace on my back, that's the fit, yeah
I got all my bands in my hands, it be lit, yeah
Fuckin' on your thot
That's my girl and I can't stop
In the whip, I'm gettin' top
Countin' bands and I can't stop, yeah
Bands in my hands, I be stuntin' on your mans
Wi-Fi bands up on my pants
Poppin' Xans, I cannot stand, yeah
Gucci on the belt, that's the fit, yeah
Spent another band on your chick, yeah
Ice up on my waist, hittin' licks, yeah
Wintr spittin' game, it's a hit, yeah
Gucci on the belt, that's the check, yeah
Spent another band on your chick, yeah
Ice up on my waist, hittin' licks, yeah
Wintr spittin' game, it's a hit, yeah
[Verse 3: Shiro]
Gucci on my body, don't feel sorry for these kids, no
Flexin' on these losers, you a lick, ho
Flexin' on these losers, you a lick, ho
Designer in my closet cost a band, cost a brick, ho
Fuckin' up a check, it don't quit, no
Diamonds on my neck make you sick, woah
Runnin' to the fame, I cannot slip, no
Goyard on my bag got me lookin' like a lick, woah
Fuckin' with me now, got clout, can't touch me, got me sick, woah
Bands on top of bands, I'm makin' plans, I'm makin' hits, woah
Gucci on my body, don't feel sorry for these kids, no
Flexin' on these losers, you a lick, ho
Flexin' on these losers, you a lick, ho
Designer in my closet cost a band, cost a brick, ho
Couple thousand on my body for a fit, though
Margiela sweater on me cost a grand, cost a grip, ho

[Verse 4: Marcelo]
I been gettin' guap, yeah, that's true
Shawty, yeah, she know me, yeah, she do
I just copped that brand new whip, I'm comin' through
Why they gotta hate on me? It's 'cause they lose
I been gettin' guap, yeah, that's true
Shawty, yeah, she know me, yeah, she do
I just copped that brand new whip, I'm comin' through
Why these people hate on me? It's 'cause they lose
Old hoes callin', think they miss me
You see the shine up on me, now you know I'm glistenin'
I never knew you like that, no, we ain't got history
Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me
Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me
Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me
Try to put me down, shoot your shot, yeah
I been on a roll, no, I'm not goin' slow
Countin' on these rolls, yeah, that bankroll
Shawty play my songs everywhere she go
I'ma take off on 'em, yeah, I'ma glo
I been on a roll, no, I'm not goin' slow
Countin' on these rolls, yeah, that bankroll
Shawty play my songs everywhere she go
I'ma take off on 'em, yeah, I'ma glo