text: Hold up, yeah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  200 my dash 
  I hope I dont crash 
  Im driving too fast 
  I know why you mad
  Cause I got the cash
  Im flexin my bands
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Hold up 
  My new gun, yeah, that shit fold up 
  Got the chopper with no holster 
  That shit might knock on my shoulder 
  I start the fan in Dakota
  Drive in the Lamb not the Lotus
  Twelve pull up, told me to slow up 
  Spin around, um, with a donut 
  I had your girl, I wont hold up 
  I found out she no deep throater 
  She suck my dick like a stick 
  I told that girl, Im reloaded 
  .30 rounds all in my clip 
  And my bullets hit like boulders 
  Money so thick I cant fold it 
  Cant fit in my pockets, so I envelope it 
  Double cup, Im with the potion
  Diamonds they hit like the ocean 
  Cant read my shirt cause its Gosha 
  Scope got the aim with the ruler 
  Swervin the Range, thats the Rover 
  I hit the shot with the floater
  I flooded AP like Rollie 
  I got that bread in the toaster 
  I got that bread in the toaster 
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Yeah, huh
  200 my dash 
  I hope I dont crash 
  Im driving too fast 
  I know why you mad
  Cause I got that cash
  Im flexin my bands
  Dont want no sex, you bitch 
  Just want the neck, you bitch 
  You tryna act like you like me 
  Just wanna check, you bitch 
  Just wanna check, you bitch 
  Cant get the check, you bitch 
  Pull out a hundred, gave my girl 99 of it, I blessed my chick 
  You got your first piece of Raf , you tryna flex and shit 
  I got so much money, boy, they be watchin that I had to rest my drip 
  I had to rest my drip 
  I had to rest my drip 
  I do not go to the club
  My crib where my section is 
  Told her dont call my phone 
  Not with the texting, bitch 
  Dont want no messages 
  Feelings, aint catching it 
  Told her you talk too much 
  Baby girl, rest your lips 
  Baby girl, rest your lips 
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah, woah, woah woah
  Yeah, 200 my dash 
  I hope I dont crash 
  Im driving too fast 
  I know why you mad
  Cause I got that cash
  Im flexin my bands