Yeah
I got like muh fuckin' six hundred on my wrist
And about 270 on my neck
Yeah, let's get it
Let this bitch hold my bentley, I ain't seen it in months
I been drippin sauce lately, they been eating it up
One point two, spend two hundred we gon even it up
Send them through, get them birdies, we gon season them up (hey)
Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank
New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't
Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank
VVs drippin off me like a sink
I be in the trenches with all my ice on yeah
All these pointers, we don't need the lights on yeah
I can't trust these niggas cause they pythons yeah
Anytime you see me, got that pipe on yeah
I'm so rich ain't got no safe
All these niggas know we don't play
Smoke that boy, he in my way
You don't hussle, don't get no play
Doing a backflip off the yacht
Fucking them up while M.I.A
I give a fuck about who you shot
Niggas will put your head on a plate
Niggas will put your brain on the curb, I give them with a word
Niggas ain't got me chopped and screwed, sippin and serve
Excuse me bitch don't mean to be rude, but I gotta curve
Got some work, I'm making them moves and I got a perp
Big bank shawty I got 40 on my hip
40 in my pocket at the 4040 lit (we lit)
I stay in my lane on some Tory tory shit
I got foreigns I can't locate cause Im really really rich
Let this bitch hold my bentley, I ain't seen it in months
I been drippin sauce lately, they been eating it up
One point two, spend two hundred we gon even it up
Send them through, get them birdies, we gon season it up (hey)
Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank
New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't
Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank
VVs drippin off me like a sink
Bring them racks out, I'm gon bring that pack out
Diamonds always hitting, (1, 2) hit like pacquiao
Got choppas on the east, on the west I bring that mack out
Told her call me street cause I got lights that never black out
30 on me with a duffle with like 2chainz like 2chainz
If I save your number on this trap phone I use context ion do names
Fuck nigga I'm still trappin'
Thumbin through all these blue thangs
I be wanting to go back lowkey
But that lowkey shit don't feel the same
Trap ain't dead got backend money
You still getting fronted I graduated
Assault rifle with a hundred on it
Every charge I get come with aggravated
Uh-huh, I jumped out running sprints after that stretch
Uh-huh, scooped yo bitch up in a lamb' and got her wet
You niggas only lit cuz you got a rap check
You hot ass niggas needa go get a rat check
Meek be in the hood ain't get a chain snatched yet
If a ring missin' we gon ring ya block with 50 techs niggas
Let this bitch hold my bentley, I ain't seen it in months
I been drippin sauce lately, they been eating it up
One point two, spend two hundred we gon even it up
Send them through, get them birdies, we gon season it up (hey)
Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank
New Ferrari on the strip, they said we can't
Break the bank, nigga gone break the bank
VVs drippin off me like a sink