[Intro]
Ha, uh, I'm like, uh, yeah (Chapo)
Mmh, mmh mmh mmh, mmh mmh mmh, mmh
Uh uh, mmh mmh, thought I, uh, what
And I, thought I had

[Verse]
In LA wit' bro you know he keep a cig
I just dropped like three racks on a fuckin' fit
I just fucked his ho', now he got a fit
I just poured a four, I just poured yo' rent
In LA wit' Goon', he just copped a zip
Boy, that ain't no act, watch just what you sip
Bro just scored a pack, yeah, he finna ship it
Lil' bro took his racks, yeah, he finna flip it
Bitch, this ain't no scat, almost crashed the cat
Fucked this lil' ho' once, now she gettin' attached
I can't love no ho', all I want is racks
Brand new Alyx bag, filled it wit' the racks

[Outro]
(Chapo)