One thousand dollars is one band
Ten bands is one rack
Ten racks is a brick (haha)
A brick, is a hundred thousand dollars (Aye, yuh)
Yuh, yuh, yeah, uh, uh, uh (uh)
They think I'm crazy or something
Hop into the bitch like DaBaby or something, huh
I put that cake in the oven
Your bitches be flexing like Kratos or something, huh
When did you make all that money?
They basically saying they paying for nothing
I'm basically saying they basic and bluffin'
Yo bitch is gon' act like they faithful or something, huh
I got bands, I got fuckin' bandits
Keep that stick up on my bitch, semi automatic
Forgiatos on the whip, in and outta traffic
Make 'em sit down like a bitch, I be workin' magic
(Ay, yuh) (Ay, ay, ay)
I'm at the top and I'm whippin' it up (ay, yuh, ay)
And I'm cookin' the beat up like a bakery, uh (uh)
I got the saucе and the se-cer-еt recipe
I'm at the place and they cater me, uh (yeah)
I'm at a meeting, they came in the room
And they look at me, come and they say to me (ay, ay)
"Leave the facility"
Walk out the place to the top (yes, yeah, okay)
And I'm makin' cheddar like a mac and cheese (woo)
Up at the bands I walk, with a phone I talk
To Wonder, he said "Wassup?"
I got to work on stuff, cannot get on touch (yuh)
With your life, that's the outcome (yuh, ay)
I got the racks on top of the- bands (bands) on top of the (ay)
Songs I invested on (ay)
Up on the beat I talk
'Bout substantial topics that I talk a lot (ay, ay)
I got the move, get the money up (ay)
Walkin' out the store, I got a bag and how I shop it up (ay, ay)
Hoppin' on the beat and how I chop it up (ay-ay, ay, ay)
Had to make it laugh, got the funny up (uh)
I'm in first place, you a runner up (go! uh)
Get the bands up at arena like Killua (ay, ay, yuh)
Posted at the block with my friends, how we bondin' up (oh)
If he talk a lot, he gon' dancin' like a bunny hop (uh)
World War II, how I'm moving like an island hop (ay)
I was in front ensemble, how I dut-dut
Marching band, how I chop-chop (yeah!)
Off the clock I was taking up all my time-time (yuh, ay, yuh, yuh)
Watching Attack On Ti-tan (ay, okay)
The beat of the song gonna tick like a time bomb
I blew up like a pipe bomb (ay)
They say that the money comes into the hard work
Me and Wonder, we up now
(Yuh, yuh)
They think I'm crazy or something
Hop into the bitch like DaBaby or something, huh
I put that cake in the oven
Your bitches be flexing like Kratos or something, huh
When did you make all that money?
They basically saying they paying for nothing
I'm basically saying they basic and bluffin'
Yo bitch is gon' act like they faithful or something, huh
I got bands, I got fuckin' bandits
Keep that stick up on my bitch, semi automatic
Forgiatos in the whip, in and outta traffic
Make 'em sit down like a bitch, I be workin' magic, yeah, yeah
I got, so much fucking money
Just, fl- like falling out of my pockets
I-I don't even
It's like, I-I
Basically I'm sayin' I dunno where the fuck Imma put all this money at
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
I'm with my shorty, I'm hittin' record and
I'm makin' this song and it sound like a hit
I post to my story of what I recorded
Cuz all of my followers think I'm the shit
I wake up in the morning, I'm pourin' a coffee
I put on an outfit that made me look sick
Then I go to my work and I count my bands
Then I hit a lil' twerk and I do my dance (huh?)
I'm with a bad bitch, she be on my dick
Feel so great when I look at my wrist
I'm with my bandits, livin' so lavish
Check my account and that guala don't miss
That money just landed, Imma go manic
It's mandatory that you hop off my dick
I just walked in a house and they bumpin' my shit
(Pop-pop) is the noise when I pop off like this (How did I do that?)
Uh, uh, postin' all of my shit that go hard
Bands to hold all my bands, that's Goyard
Bitches be all up on my pants, no lifeguard
Yunny Boy hoppin' on my track, it go far
I be makin' a big, big, big stack
How I be makin' yo homeboy so mad?
Slappin' that shit and that shit bounce back
The way you be talkin' this shit make me laugh
Like "Who wanna smoke?" "Who makin' them jokes?" (uh)
(Boom-boom) at your bro, I'll be poppin' that hoe
I know when to go, I'm lettin' it show
I knew when to go, I'm makin' it snow
That money is major, (ooh) they say "What's your major?"
They actin' like music ain't gettin' me paper
I said "See you later," cuz Wonder don't cater
To bitches who don't even know that I'm greater
Don't talk to me bitch if you poverty ridden
No stoppin' this shit, I be plottin' them digits
I'm droppin' the hits, bro you gotta be kiddin'
Wait stop all this shit, let me talk for a minute
Band-bands, I got big bands
Just talked to yo bitch, she a big fan
Yun Head on the mix, all the hoes dance
Got ice on my wrist, you got tin cans, uh
I just hop on the beat baby, fuck all the meet 'n greets
I already know that you're talkin' to me
Then I lock in the features, I'm settin' it up
If you not on the album, you stoppin' the cheese
2021 baby, I'm gonna go crazy
And all of these rappers ain't topplin' me
I've been feelin' it lately, I'm killin' it daily
The album is near, I'm a ghost on the beat
(Ay, ay, ay, yuh)
They think I'm crazy or something
Hop into the bitch like DaBaby or something, huh
I put that cake in the oven
Your bitch, she be flexing like Kratos or something, huh
When did you make all that money?
They basically saying they paying for nothing
I'm basically saying they basic and bluffin'
Yo bitch is gon' act like they faithful or something, huh
I got bands, I got fuckin' bandits
Keep that stick up on my bitch, semi automatic
Forgiatos in the whip, in and outta traffic
Make 'em sit down like a bitch, I be workin' magic, yeah, yeah
Yuh, ay, ay
Everybody clap your hands
Wow, thank you
Thank you guys!
(Y-ye)