[Hook: Summrs!]
Sippin on lean, I'm sad
Baby I'm in my bag
Put the dope in my jeans like a damn wallet
Had to cut a hoe off she was too outta pocket
Keep the tool in my pocket imma blow it like a rocket
I be up in Saks I don't need a stylist
Fucking on her and her friend
Rino (?)
She like let's do it again
It's the best she ever had
I know that she bad
Still blow up a bag

[Verse: Summrs!]
In a CLS I'm solo
In New York Finna hit SoHo
Number one bitch I'm dolo
Imma let it fly like a yo-yo
I need the pesos not the promo
Bad lil hoe from SoHo
Smoking on green yeah solo
Shit got me so mellow
Fucking his bitch I'm like hello
She ain't sucking dick then it's a no-go
The G2 bouncing like a pogo
I hop on the beat and I gave that bitch tempo
My pockets on fat, them bitches need lipo
My teeth be gleaming like a n***a lightshow
[Verse: 279tyler]
They wanna take me out of my glo
You got 1's & 5's in your bankroll
Don't want the clout I just want the pesos
You on IG with that fake dough
These hoes showing that fake love
Walk in the mall wearing Margielas
And I know that they be jealous
They be watching us yeah they envy us
Hop in the coupe no, I don't take no bus
That blicky on me run down on us Imma bust

[Hook: Summrs!]
Sippin on lean, I'm sad
Baby I'm in my bag
Put the dope in my jeans like a damn wallet
Had to cut a hoe off she was too outta pocket
Keep the tool in my pocket imma blow it like a rocket
I be up in Saks I don't need a stylist
Fucking on her and her friend
Rino (?)
She like let's do it again
It's the best she ever had
I know that she bad
Still blow up a bag
[Verse: Ethan2K]
First week but I'm boutta blow, woah
Balenci the shoes like woah woah
Fucking on your bitch that's solo
Cash in the air can't go home
Lean in my cup feeling so slow
Broke up with my ex can't go home
Boutta hit this jug I'm dolo
Your mans a bitch that's no joke
Your mans is broke I'm on go
He ain't gotta car gotta stay at home
He can't even afford no lyft home
Yeah I got pack and I don't smoke

[Hook: Summrs!]
Sippin on lean, I'm sad
Baby I'm in my bag
Put the dope in my jeans like a damn wallet
Had to cut a hoe off she was too outta pocket
Keep the tool in my pocket imma blow it like a rocket
I be up in Saks I don't need a stylist
Fucking on her and her friend
Rino (?)
She like let's do it again
It's the best she ever had
I know that she bad
Still blow up a bag
In a CLS I'm solo
In New York Finna hit SoHo