[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
Gucci shirt, Gucci belt, Gucci bag, bitch
He love the way I rap, but say I act different
I be up all night, shit, I trap different
Raff Simans on my shoes, bitch, my swag different
I be talking to these hoes, like I'm godsendYou never fucked my bitch
I be talking to these hoes, like I ain't got cents
You never fucked my bitch, I'm the first one in her
You never seen these jeans, these premium denom
I be feeling like an ape with this bape on
I be feeling like I'm Trey, with all these fucking songs
I bought so many rolies, I love rolie fashion
When I cash them all in, I buy a big ass mansion

[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
I got the low, I got the low, I got the low, yeah
Get to the bag, get to the bag, get to the bag, yeah
Fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, yeah
Dripping in swag, dripping in swag, dripping in swag, yeah

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
I be feeling like a boss, all these n***as workers
They be [?] boys is chirping
She heard I was the wave, now she wanna surf me
Me and Joey in that Phantom, brodie, close the curtains
Ride around dumping, like the trash man
Whole team toating choppers, like it's Bagddad
This shit ain't even fun, we been had cash
Said fuck it, bought a yacht on my last bag
Supreme T, Supreme weed, Supreme Louis V
[?] stuffed in the sleve, make some room for me
Racks stuffed in my jeans, make your lady cheat
Man, this shit done got colossal, let my n***as eat
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
I got the low, I got the low, I got the low, yeah
Get to the bag, get to the bag, get to the bag, yeah
Fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, yeah
Dripping in swag, dripping in swag, dripping in swag, yeah

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
It's Philthy
Look
Designer on a n***a mismatched, me and your n***a a mismatch
Pillo talking like a dispatch, he been begging me for his bitch back
A hundred pare of red bottoms in my closet, I don't even wear them twice
Reservation at Ocean Prime, [?]
[?] on my left wrist, that motherfucker cost 80 thou
Getting off with my ex bitch, I done made a mess and left [?]
Bad bitch off the location, told a bitch I got no pationts
Pass a bitch like a backwood, I'ma put the ho up in rotation
Versace belt cost 1200
Detroit n***as getting real money
Your baby daddy looking real bummy
[?] tax money
[?] jeans with the [?] coat
Got a bad bitch, she a centerfold
They ain't know me when I was really broke
Lost everything on a 10 to 4
It's Philthy
[Chorus: Babyface Ray]
I got the low, I got the low, I got the low, yeah
Get to the bag, get to the bag, get to the bag, yeah
Fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, fuck up the cash, yeah
Dripping in swag, dripping in swag, dripping in swag, yeah