[Intro]
Bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh
(Slay)

[Chorus]
Hot but a n***a can't cool off
My n***a ride wit’ that tool box
I'm gettin money, what you on?
Up in beni’ boy, eating good noodles
He said rich but he fell off
Couple of bands might get yo ass knocked off
I'm gettin money young n***a just fuck off
[?] shoes I can fuck yo’ my mama
I keep a lil Glock, I dont do no drama
We can call up shootas’ put you on the news
Leave that boy redder than a ball of [?]
No, I don’t really think you want problems
And all my diamonds wet like glue
I can't remember if I fucked with you

[Verse]
And my [?] lost some [?] cool shoes
I said [?] can't get no glue, boy
Dont take me for no fool
I'm in her mouth like fruit
Yeah boy my money long stand on a stool
And my bitch [?]
Young [?] long in a coupe
Yo bitch gets wetter than her soup
Finna close my eyes, but watch she choose
Want some diamonds, in my tooth
Yea, remember when i get no hoes?
Yea, now we gotta lay low, yeah
A n***a tryna steal my flows, yeah
A n***a tryna wear my clothes
Bitch ass n***a, I need a trophy
And my pockets too bulky
I put my lil’ bitch in Dolche
She just be like "Let's fuck", like okay
Yeah yeah and I used to hang out wit them dope fiends
Till I ran off with that cocaine
Now they act like n***a dont even know me
Ridin’ round smokin that propane
Pop them tris so I can't feel no pain
Got some Moncler no more North Face
(no) (hahaha)
Want some money lil boy like no
(no, no, no)
No way
These n***a hatin’ I got a lot of money coming my way
Up in that big body where no young n get no [?] yeah
Said he a scammin ass n***a but I know he phony
Im getting money, slow or fast, no it's not no race
Gettin’ them bucks anyway-ay
No, don't need to chase
Got a lil bag now my [?]
(blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah)
[Chorus]
Hot but a n***a can't cool off
My n***a ride wit’ that tool box
I'm gettin money, what you on?
Up in beni boy, eating good noodles
He said he rich but he fell fall off
Couple of bands might get yo’ ass knocked off
I'm gettin money young n just fuck off
[?] shoes I can fuck yo’ my mama
I keep a lil Glock, I dont do no
We can call up shootas’, put you on the news
Leave that boy redder than a ball of [?]
No, I don't really think you want problems
And all my diamonds wet like glue
I can't remember if I fucked with you