[Intro]
(Mayyzo)
(Loesoe went crazy)
(Na Fr)
(Yeah)

[Verse]
I spent a bag today, for real
N***as be mad, they hating for real (Ha!)
Hop out the cut, spin the Benz, for real
Yeah, Yeah, for real
Cartier frames, yeah she giving brain
Can't look at these n***as the same
Can't look at these n***as the same
Hop out the cut and I drop the brain
Hop in a Tesla, yeah all red seats
She sucking the dick, that bitch, she a beast
Look at my pockets. them bitches obese
Chanel the kicks, them bitches from overseas
I made a M with no degree
I ran it up, now they mad at me
I ain't worried about these n***as got that bag on me
That boy want a verse, I'm taxing the fee
Walk in this bitch I walk up in Saks
G-star jeans, pockets they fat
Number (N)ine jeans, you know they fat
Hundreds on me, rich n***a status
These n***as lame, ain't getting no cash
His bitch fuck on me, because I got a bag
These n***as, they hate (yeah, sad)
I'm up in Gucci with a Prada bag
I see shit, cop it
Cap, stop it
This shit, I bought it
We at the bank making deposits
(Yea) (Yeaah) (Yeaaah) (Yeah)