(Intro)
Ha, aha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha

(Verse)
I'm on the gas, feel like a ghost
Bitch, I got racks and you broke
Going out sad, you lovin’ a hoe
You getting passed, boy you a joke
Ha, bitch I'ma go with the facts
You is a opp, you left in the past
Walk in the store and we popping the tags
You ain't do shit, we shot at your mans
I’m getting rich, I'm counting them bands
He talking shit and we post on yo block
I'm getting money, don't care bout a thot
And she wanna fuck cause I'm counting
Too many racks, I need an accountant
I can tell that you ain't bout it
Say you gon' slide on me, boy I doubt it
Call up the plug, smoking on that loudest
Blick on me, can't leave without it
Stealing my swag, they bitin’
And I run this shit like Biden
And I run the bands up, not trying
I’m off the perc 10, boy I'm crying
If he talking wild, we gon’ find him
And I only fuck the finest (Go, go, go)
Hop in that Track, boy I'm gone
Ha, say that I'm broke, what the fuck is you on? (Ha)
He talking down, post on yo live
And I run the racks up so long
Talking on gang, we get em' going (Go)