text: Tash Davis on the beat, yeah
  DJ Victoriouz with me in the building
  Uh
  A hunnid million what Im tryna get
  Anything to get this paper, bitch, Im tryin it, uh
  Aint nobody gon play with me, nigga, reach, Im firin it 
  Know your enemy, go broke lil nigga, mm-mm, Im dyin with it, boy 
  You aint got guap like this
  You aint got cash like this 
  You aint got guap like this
  Suck my dick, bitch, ashy lips 
  You aint got guap like this
  You aint got cash like this 
  You aint got guap like this 
  You aint got cash like this 
  Smokin exotic, Im high ass shit
  Ill die if I dont keep this bitch on my hip
  Hopefully I dont shoot this bitch off the rim
  Aint like you rappers with all that lip 
  Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon 
  Ocean my neck and this shit like Pacific 
  I like my bitches with fat ass and titties 
  No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific 
  Aint like you bappers, we real Kobe Cappers
  You niggas be actors and not even factors
  Playin with the racks and they back in the back seat
  I shoot like a Raptor, a rapper attack me
  DM that ho, but she still in my mentions
  Bitches be talkin, these ho they be snitchin
  Niggas be talkin, these niggas be snitchin
  Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click-click it
  A hunnid million what Im tryna get
  Anything to get this paper, bitch, Im tryin it, uh
  Aint nobody gon play with me, nigga, reach, Im firin it 
  Know your enemy, go broke lil nigga, mm-mm, Im dyin with it, boy 
  You aint got guap like this
  You aint got cash like this 
  You aint got guap like this 
  You aint got cash like this 
  You aint got guap like this 
  You aint got cash like this 
  You aint got guap like this 
  You aint got cash like this 
  Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon
  Ocean my neck and this shit like Pacific
  I like my bitches with fat ass and titties
  No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific
  DM that ho, but she still in my mentions
  Bitches be talkin, these ho they be snitchin
  Niggas be talkin, these niggas be snitchin
  Got a Glock on my waist and I had to click-click it
  I went to every jeweler in this shit, told all of em, better not tax me
  And I got two bribs in LA right now cause thats where the packs be
  You dont know we in the Raq runnin shit, you dont know us
  Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up
  On the bullshit, on the block like Noah
  Give me the beef well-done like BOA, bitch
  Certified nigga, cant see what Im shootin
  I pop out with your bitch, I had to recruit her
  Okay, she know I fucked with all her friends
  But she dont say nothin, she scared to lose me 
  I fuck them lil bitches right to my music
  Pull out my dick, bitches start flutin woah
  She say she dont fuck with niggas, uh 
  So she still shoppin at Gucci 
  Way before rap wasnt lyin on IG
  Actually been here, sauce like Zaxby’s, ayy, uh
  Built my wave like Max B
  Im in New York, free Max B
  I be in a New York like a taxi
  Ridin the Lambo truck, finna pull up, swerve
  Car seat in the backseat
  Your bitch, she attracted to money 
  Yeah thats why she fuckin 
  My niggas attracted to shootin
  Thats why they keep bussin 
  Im with the gang for life
  You know that Im stuck in it 
  You know they gon up that price
  You know they aint touchin shit
  Niggas gettin richer, but smoke, we aint duckin it
  Im in Chiraq when I ride with a hunnid clip
  Richard Mille plain cost a hunnid clip
  Pushin the Rolls, but the Maybach my brother whip
  Yeah, that boy Vert know he hit me, Im comin quick
  Fuck all this rappin, we aint with that sucka shit
  Hunnid clip, pull out the window and dump at you
  We backin friends, feel comfortable 
  You aint got guap like this
  You aint got cash like this 
  You aint got guap like this 
  You aint got cash like this 
  You aint got guap like this 
  You aint got cash like this 
  You aint got guap like this 
  You aint got cash like this 
  Bitch, Im havin shit
  I wear a whip on my wrist
  Real killers ridin with straps, cant respond to rap, I dont trip on a diss
  When we print out the physicals, cop my disc
  Chill out, hop off my dick
  Yeah, its me and Vert, skrrt
  Big fortyll burst, you get murked, jerk 
  Brand new Richard Mille, yeah
  Hop out, stack, do this, yeah
  Brand new Lambo, runnin through red lights like Im the track with that bitch 
  Brand new red Rari, uh, aint no traction in it, yeah