[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
Fresh out of the bank, got another check
All these fakes in my way 'cause I'm up next
I ain't 'bout to mess with y'all, that's too much stress
Keep my focus on the guap 'cause I'm obsessed
Ice cold, Maserati that I pull up
Two racks on my lap and a double cup
Run it up, run it up, I'm too geeked up
Run it up, run it up, I'm too geeked up

[Verse 2: Lil Wintr]
I be swerving past the opps, boy I'm never gonna stop, yeah
Gotta chase a bag, sippin' lean, never caught, yeah
Pull up, Maserati, bitch I'm 'bout to be on top
Boolin' with my stacks, boy you know how I rock
Doubled up shorty, I be pourin' up the drank
Bitch I'm swervin' in the whip, blowin' gas out the tank
Bitch I'm up on top, I be passing all the ranks
While you sitting down below, counting checks, they all blank

[Verse 3: Shiro]
I can't love a hoe, I be on go
You can't see me glo, I be on my own
Never doing shows but I'm still gon' blow
Sick of all these clones, they won't leave me 'lone
Sick of all these bitches by my lonely in the coupe
Never care 'bout me, so I give no fuck 'bout you
Never counting green, bitch I'm only stacking blue
Never sippin' drink, but I'm rollin' up the glue
[Verse 4: Marcelo]
Yeah yeah, lil' shawty wanna hop up in my ride, yeah
Only if you wanna be right by my side, yeah
I ain't even trying to waste your time
Baby I'd be lying if I said you weren't a dime
I ain't even in my prime, no no
I ain't even really trying, no no
I just stack my green to the sky
You think that you flexin', that's a lie