These niggas cannot make a bandI was chillin' with your bitch, I had a thousand in my pantsI'm a money-gettin' nigga, watch me do my money danceThis nigga is a dummy, he keep talkin' on the gramLet's goLet's go and dumpAll these bitches on my dick, they keep on sayin'They gon' *, goin' crazy in that trackYou know I'm skirtin' in that truck, in that truckHold on, just tap back inAll the bitches in the back bring the racks inAll the people in the front come and tap inThat bitty so fire in the trap, yeahShout out to my nigga DrakeHe be rappin' just like me, know he do it every dayNiggas out here sittin' on they fuckin' couch without no payNiggas out here switchin' up and I swear to God that they be fake, yeahFinna blow quickGot this like a bitch, I'm a money-gettin' niggaNiggas up on my neck just like a glow stickHe gon' talk * to his friends, but he won't post itIf you got boof up in that pack, then do not roll itYeah, hold on, this that hot *If you talk * on the bros, you hit drop quickGot the key to everything just like a lockpickAnd them bitches super skinny like some chopsticksIf you got boof up in that pack, then do not roll it