text: Yeah
  Count that money
  I bet you are my lover
  Had to cut her off Im sorry
  And you know I couldnnt trust her
  Tell that bitch dont call me
  Hunnit bands on me Im sorry
  And Im off that lean Im sorry
  And Im bout to get that Rari
  So tell that bitch Im sorry
  Now Im gettin money
  Sure that bitch gone call me
  But back when I was fucked up
  I said that bitch yeah she aint call me
  So I aint worry bout a hoe
  Ever since I got my bands up
  And if you talking bout my bands bruh
  I swear that you would get blamed up
  Yea we just goin crazy
  And my niggas yea they soldiers
  A nigga thought he told ya
  FN57 wit no holster
  I would pop a nigga and show ya
  I been gettin money thought I rolled up
  Yeah I need the Rari its so new bruh
  And I dont know the name
  Nigga I dont know the name
  But a nigga livin life...
  I bet you are my lover
  Bout to cut her off Im sorry
  And you know I couldnt trust her
  Tell that bitch dont call me
  Hunnit bands on me Im sorry
  And Im off that lean Im sorry
  And Im bout to get that Rari
  So tell that bitch Im sorry
  Sorry girl, Im so sorry
  Im counting bands yea I told you Im so sorry
  I got that money, for that Im sorry
  Now what you got broke boy Im sorry
  We got everything, that you want
  We fucked them bitches up yeah and I cant front
  Yea we got it all in nigga
  Im flexin, Im flexin, Finessin!
  I said that Im so sorry for everything that you couldnt do but I put in for
  I am so sorry, that ya bitch done left and she fuckin with a rich boy
  Im so sorry, Im so sorry
  Said Im so sorry, yeah Im so sorry
  Im so sorry, Im so sorry
  Said Im so sorry, yeah Im so sorry
  I bet you are my lover
  Bout to cut her off Im sorry
  And you know I couldnt trust her
  Tell that bitch dont call me
  Hunnit bands on me Im sorry
  And Im off that lean Im sorry
  And Im bout to get that Rari
  So tell that bitch Im sorry
  Im definitely not sorry!