Yeah, huh, yuh
Huh, yeah, y-y-y-y-y-yuh
Hollup, Hollup, Hollup
Yeah-yuh
(Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah)
Hollup
Bih I up the fye you don't want smoke
Up off X, tell that ho "pass me more"
Yeah, you can get lit up, just like some dope
Straight headshots, you ass in my muhf*ckin scope
Spendin that money, that's how I cope
That bitch sniffing lines, she in love with the coke
I-I just copped some brand new clothes
I want percs, I want molly, I want them xans
Bitch, Im tryna feel some
Get yo broke ass money up you is a bum
Bitch I'm off that (Shh) And I'm getting real numb
Sendin shots, I-I-I dont want you to feel nun'
Yeah, that's my twin, he real one
Yeah, you is a glazer, you D1
Got yo bitch with me, she havin real fun
Huh, bitch its getting hot
Yeah, bih its getting hot
Got yo ass in a f*ckin red dot
I'ma leave your ass, just to f*ckin rot
Bitch, I do that shit for the f*ckin plot
Bitch, I got a bad bitch dressed in Prada
Doing that money spread like I won the lotto
B-Bad bitch tryna do gelato
Money, I got a lotta
(Swerve, swerve)