[Intro: Lil Wintr]
Yea, ice up on my wrist, yea
Wintr got that shit, yea
Hoes be on my dick, yea
Y'all bitches are mad lames
And you know that you mad stains
And I do it for the fame, yea

[Verse 1: Lil Wintr]
Yea, ice up on my wrist, yea
Wintr got that shit, yea
Hoes be on my dick, yea
Y'all bitches are mad lames
And you know that you mad stains
And I do it for the fame, yea
All these hoes, yea they be chasing me
Bitch I'm broke, just bought designer jeans
I get paid like money fall from trees
Flex up on me, nah don't fuck with me
Back up on my whip, you know my wrist, that shit is icy
Lil gin$eng on the beat, got Wintr rapping on the feat
Back up on my whip, you know my wrist, that shit is icy
All my shit Designer, got me flexing like I'm flying

[Verse 2: Hella Sketchy]
I might look like I am broke
I'm just lowkey making dough
Moving pounds all for the low
Making bands all on the low
Flexing in designer clothes
All y'all acting way too broke
All y'all need to take some notes
Watch me make my money grow
Never hit my line, I'm too busy counting all my racks
Never need a shorty 'cause she ain't helping me get no stacks
Never love a hoe, all these hoes talking behind my back
All these hoes not making cash
All these hoes do nothing but lack
[Verse 3: Shiro]
This my last year being broke, yeah, woah
Bitch I'm 'bout to fucking glo, yeah, woah
This my last year being broke, yeah, woah
Bitch I'm 'bout to fucking glo, yeah, woah
This my last year being broke, like Lil Citgo watch me glo
Yeah, Shiro on a roll, I'm making hits with all my bros
Bitch I'm Sonic, you can't catch me
Stack the cash until I'm happy
Yeah, your bitch she looking at me
She stay tryna get at me
Yeah I'm draped up in the Gosha Rubchinsky
My ex she text my phone, she said she miss me
Then I block that bitch's number real quickly
Don't hit me for no beats, you won't get shit B
Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah
This my last year being broke, yeah, woah
Like Lil Citgo watch me glo, yeah, woah
Bitch I'm 'bout to fucking glo, yeah, woah

[Verse 4: Marcelo]
They gon' wonder if I'm gon' switch it up
'Cause I gotta chase this guap, I go and run it up
Nah, they don't know me, ain't your homie, nah
They'll never see me till I'm up and right in front of 'em
Sorry baby but my gang come first
All these bitches want a spot, and you know that's the worst
Put in work, I put in work, I'm stacking up these payments
Then I blow it on some merch, then I blow it on some merch, yeah
Exotic items, all that ice, yeah I need all of that
I'm in my foreign whip for the morning trip
Driving fast, switching lanes, I got somewhere to get
However much I got, yeah I need more of it