[Intro]
(Turn that shit up, 2)
(Let's go, Let's go)

[Chorus]
Yeah, pack just came in yesterday
Brand new bag, going out today
I'mma go get me some bands today
Hope you took your meds today
Finna gonna link with your bitch today (Yeah)
I got these racks, on the racks, on the racks, on the racks, on the racks, on the racks, on the bed today (Let's go)
Walk up inside the building, the brand new LV jacket, I think they impressed today
I can't even trust this lil' kid, cause they think this money shit sweet, get the hell out our way
Twizzy go crazy, he pull up a blick, let it boom, let it spray, let it kill you today (Shhh)
Bitch ain't had no pounds, you just getting that bread, how the hell you gonna feel some way? (Hmm)

[Verse]
I've been stacking my racks, got too much bread, might as well call me Subway (Come on)
I just hopped on the jet, yeah, we taking flight, we going to France today (Yeah)
Yeah, money, it keep coming in (In)
You caught a bag for a bin (Bin)
You get a spin, get spin
Came from the bottom, I know I'm gon' win
My money fat, your money thin
G20 turbo, yeah, watch this bitch spin
I can't be broke, never again
Everyone know that you ain't got a bag
But you say you got this, you say you got that
I'm sorry for asking, but where are we at?
I'm on the opiates, I can't even drive nowhere but the driver gonna pull up, Maybach
Yeah, like a baby then you get a pacifier
That bitch a MILF, I call this shit a jaguar
I made like, twenty K off a laptop (Phew, shh)
Shut up, let the Benz talk (Phew, phew)
Look, Richard Mille watch, ugh (Phew)
Heart, it just stopped (Phew)
Go, countin' this shit up forever, won't stop (Go, yeah)
I chill like the snow, yeah, this shit is a sled
I'm in my bag and I got me some head
Quit tellin' me something, I don't give a shit
They say, "Get on my shit" (Shit)
Told them, "Get off my dick" (Go)
They said "We want a Richard Mille like Yeat, we wanna be litter"
I just tried to help you save some time, you ain't getting these riches (Nah, no)
You gotta wait so long and stand in line 'till you get this picture (No, no, no, no)
I gotta cross my X and O's, then cut them off with a scissor
I was been the type to set some trends, [?] no kizzer
I got a couple of VS1's that sit on my wrist, like a blizzard
I gotta get, get going, I got a lot on my schedule (Phew, phew)
We gon' pull up and give [?] (Hrrgh)
Yeah, that shit, it's my boy, my Yeat
I just walked in that building, swiped my feet, then [?] my [?] my teeth
I got Balenciaga, my feet
Wake up shit, on the twenty-four three
2021, that's the year for me
They done fell off, they burnt their seats (Lets go, let's go)
[Chorus]
Yeah, pack just came in yesterday
Brand new bag, going out today
I'mma go get me some bands today
Hope you took your meds today
Finna gonna live with your bitch today (Yeah)
I got these racks, on the racks, on the racks, on the racks, on the racks, on the racks, on the bed today (Let's go)
Walk up inside the building, the brand new LV bag, I think they impressed today
I can't even trust this lil' kid, cause they think this money shit sweet, get the hell out of our way
Twizzy go crazy, he pull up a blick, let it boom, let it spray, then let it kill you today (Shhh)
Bitch ain't had no pounds, you just getting that bread, how the hell you gonna feel some way? (Hmm)