[Intro]
(Boy you fuckin' with a soulja)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm, mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm, mm
Yeah

[Verse]
Choppa, that go on a rant
Think I made yo' rent
Think I made yo' apartment
I don't do money dance
My bitch do money dance
Chanel, n***a, my lens
Chanel, n***a, my bitch
YSL, my pants
.55' take down a big deer
Moncler look like a big bear
Talkin' 'bout racks we been there
Just made you send the bins
You ain't fucking then why yo' ass in here?
Got a whole lot of racks that I can't share
Got a whole lot of bitches that I can't share
Got a whole lot money that I don't care
He a clown boy, put him in a damn fair
He a clown with a red dot on him
A-15, that just shot him
Hollow tips they gon' bite him
Like a [?] just popped him
And yo' ass get folded like a taco
It's a wrap like Pasto Flaco
And my n***as stay posted on the block-o
Cops ask then I don't know a thing
Got-got me on ling-ling
And me and my n***as we win
Probably could find me on Bing
Money counter go, "Plttt, bing"
Think my hollow tips got fangs
And I'm posted with OG
We was shootin' shit by the beach
We don't serve shit by the P
He'll smoke a whole QP
And that girly talkin' 'bout sleeze
I don't got no Tris [?]
And I'm ballin' out like Steve
Knock you out quicker than you can blink
Bullets blow up, n***a, [?] shrink
Bounce off yo' head, n***a like, "Dink"
And I'm high as fuck, n***a, that's clear
And I'm finna fuck your bitch here
And I'm finna fuck that bitch there
Yeah, shoota's with me anywhere
And I gotta get these racks here
Off the Henny I can barely steer
My n***a hit them juggs, no fear
Got more money than my peers