[Intro: Gunna]
Yah
Aye, yah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Yah, gotta get my money right
Like a gamble, I roll the dice
Speed, I roll like a motorbike
I'm strapped like a cobra bite
So high I don’t know the height
Go down when I board the flight
My diamonds hitting in the night
I probably wouldn't need a light
I probably wouldn't need a light

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I sold a pack (Sold a pack)
I promise I trapped out that Cul-De-Sac (Cul-De-Sac)
I wish I could bring all my homies back (My homies back)
I wish I could go cop the light jet (I wish)
Got locked up, the police took my property (Damn)
And my cars so I went and bought another cat ('nother cat)
Me and yo bitch had a lotta sex (Yeah)
She got hit from the back like we had a wreck (Skrrt)
She a freaky lil snake with a water cat (Water cat)
Get ten racks, go to Saks, don’t bring nothing back (Nothing back)
It was 50 a show now it’s double that (50)
I invented the flow and you copied that (Copied that)
Shoot you in yo chest that’s a heart attack
Gelato and codeine that’s a starter pack (Starter pack)
I pull up in Compton like "Where Roddy at?" (Where Roddy at?)
All these Ecstasy pills like the 90 crack (90 crack)
[Chorus: Gunna]
Yah, gotta get my money right
Like a gamble, I roll the dice
Speed, I roll like a motorbike
I’m strapped like a cobra bite
So high I don’t know the height
Go down when I board the flight
My diamonds hitting in the night
I probably wouldn't need a light
I probably wouldn't need a light
I probably wouldn't need a light

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Stepping outside wit the Rolex on
Bought a couple stocks off a Forex phone
Eliantte with the ice cream cone
Sliding in the back with the high beams on
Trap got babies like Enfamil
When I’m sliding I keep a stick
Richard Mill on my fucking wrist
It’s that real, we don’t cut the brick
Told y’all how to slide on the opps
16 with a headshot, my young n***as slimy
Dope got me Chinese, I'ma make his bed rock
Shawty said she Lebanese
Riding round with 70, pockets full of dead guap
Took the money out the sack, put the X on his back now a n***a got a dead opp
I put the money on his head, yah
[Chorus: Gunna]
Yah, gotta get my money right
Like a gamble, I roll the dice
Speed, I roll like a motorbike
I’m strapped like a cobra bite
So high I don’t know the height
Go down when I board the flight
My diamonds hitting in the night
I probably wouldn't need a light
I probably wouldn't need a light