[Chorus]
I got bands in my pants, lil bitch I'm not gon' give it up
Racks in my pocket, fuck a wallet, I'mma fill it up
I just spilled some lean on the floor, I told her lick it up
Runnin' to that bag, keep on trappin' 'till I'm rich as fuck
I got bands in my pants, lil bitch I'm not gon' give it up
Racks in my pocket, fuck a wallet, I'mma fill it up
I just spilled some lean on the floor, I told her lick it up
Runnin' to that bag, keep on trappin' 'till I'm rich as fuck

[Verse 1]
I just threw them racks on the floor, I told her pick it up
Run inside his trap, I kick the door and told him give it up
Bitch a dick eater, I just nutted, told her sip it up
Got a lot of opps, and now they friends and started cliquin' up (pussy)
Yeah, my pants saggin', you already know that Glock is tucked
Runnin' to that bag, if I ain't in the trap, I'm with the plug
If I ain't with the plug, then I'm proly on the block
And if I'm on the block, then I'm proly sellin' drugs
And if I'm selling drugs, then you know I'm getting guap
And bitch I get a lot, that's why your hoe gon' fall in love
But that bitch is just a thot, I on't really give a fuck
She got the dick, I want the top, if ain't it that, then it's a dub
Walk around wit' a 9, a lot of green, that's some dough
These n***as say they holdin' work, the only thing they sell is bud
I got a bottle full of Percs, and a pint full of mud
I try the vest for my chest, and a beam for my gun
[Chorus]
I got bands in my pants, lil bitch I'm not gon' give it up
Racks in my pocket, fuck a wallet, I'mma fill it up
I just spilled some lean on the floor, I told her lick it up
Runnin' to that bag, keep on trappin' 'till I'm rich as fuck
I got bands in my pants, lil bitch I'm not gon' give it up
Racks in my pocket, fuck a wallet, I'mma fill it up
I just spilled some lean on the floor, I told her lick it up
Runnin' to that bag, keep on trappin' 'till I'm rich as fuck