[Chorus: Amindi]
Get the bag and dash
Imma skate
Ain’t no need to wait
Bet he want me back
He caught up
He Anita bake
Shit, feel like I need to bake
The way I’m 'bout this fuckin' cake
Shout out mom and dad
To this day
I do what Keisha say

[Verse 1: Amindi]
I got mind on the money
A dime bout the hunnids
I grind cause I want it, yeah
It’s mine and I’m gunning
I shine and I'm stunning
My prime is still coming, yeah
Running up a check bitch
Just bussed down my necklace
Crab and gourmet breakfast
I’m rich and well rested

[Chorus]
Get the bag and dash
Imma skate
Ain’t no need to wait
Bet he want me back
He caught up
He Anita bake
Shit, feel like I need to bake
The way I’m 'bout this fuckin' cake
Shout out mom and dad
To this day
I do what Keisha say
[Verse 2: Jordan Ward]
I’ve wrapped my mind up in money
Don’t lie bout the money
Some of y’all been hiding, gotta run me
Been up and down with the money
Fell behind, and fronted
I done really blew through some money
Got “too soon” money
Then family couldn’t really help me
But when we was broke, I still felt rich and wealthy
My bitch so bad, man she can sell me
Just got a luh ass bag, but it’s a tellie
Shout out mom, no cap
Cause a pops something I never had
If I get rich, will the hoes text back?
Not even 30, seen 30 million racks
Rinse it and I stretch it
Limbo with my lessons
Hamster-wheel a check, but
I won’t lose my breath bitch

[Chorus]
Get the bag and dash
Imma skate
Ain’t no need to wait
Bet he want me back
He caught up
He Anita bake
Shit, feel like I need to bake
The way I’m 'bout this fuckin' cake
Shout out mom and dad
To this day
I do what Keisha say
Girl so—bitch so bad
Amindi I’m sorry, Ima say—Ima say “bitch” Amindi
But it’s gender-neutral
I’m not tryna be misogynistic
I-I’m a bitch, too