Hey, hey, if I throw this money, she gon' throw it back I got like four hundred racks up in this Gucci shoulder strap D.A.P. came from Waffle, you can't get it, gotta order that Then if you play with me, we slayin' them bullies like a quarterback This pen and tote, I'm waterin' it In hundreds, do like 40 stacks Two feet, she get that 40 back She throw it slow, she shake it fast And I just broke them racks out in the club inside a paper bag And I just left the lightest on the stupid with a paper tag I'm steady runnin' red light, them blue poli, them fed lights The paramedic white and red, we got another dead body No V.C. got a red eye, I'm trapped, I got the feds watchin' Them birds that took a bath, I'm bout to serve this shit to everybody Got 20 Glock with 12 rifles, that 20 killers, 12 snipin' Got fist cupped just like Red Lobster, my plug, he come from Yale College He graduated a smell doctor, a veteran, he sell chop We never had a scale stopper, the mission is to sell product Say this that fad light, still high on Percocet, I popped that last night No, I can't do your show unless your bag right This boy down APY, then why you mad, right? I run this shit like track, like young niggas, this that trap light Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night No, I can't do your show unless your bag right This boy down APY, then why you mad, right? I run this shit like track, like young niggas, this that trap light If I run this shit like trap light I'm the one that walk in with that AP, look like glass light He gon' send a brick and I'ma send him back a flashlight Cause he gon' have to fish up in a swamp to get his bag right Rich nigga, no tag plight, I'm too hip and I brag light I been rollin' since last night, I'm geeked up, that's a bad sight Ed Woffin spilled the bag twice, I made that shit back last night You know that make them mad, right? A quick hustle, the fans like, they twerk, hey, that's my last price A 20 ball, that ass right, that 50 mo', that jacks white I paid to get her ass right, she worked to get her ass tight This ski mask was his last sight, we didn't know it was the last fight We never have a bad night, say, did that fad light Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night No, I can't do your show unless your bag right This boy down APY, then why you mad, right? I run this shit like track, like young niggas, this that trap light Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night No, I can't do your show unless your bag right This boy down APY, then why you mad, right? I run this shit like track, like young niggas, this that trap light Can't go inside the club unless they fine Know you heard about that lil' country nigga, boy, don't try him Drop a ten on him, get him gone, ain't real bout him Then roll him in the wood, I spark him up, I will fire him Really, really known about that trap light You do too much talkin', so I know you ain't bout that light Well-known trapper, ain't gon' say I got that sack right Ran off on a pug and now my money tall as Zach Hyde Livin' off a rack, I'm still, still gon' get that package still He ain't get away, he just got by, we still gon' whack him still Yeah, I'm a millionaire, but quick to get real active still God, by my respect, you niggas pay, we poppin' like a pill Say, did that fad light Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night No, I can't do your show unless your bag right This boy down APY, then why you mad, right? I run this shit like track, like young niggas ditch that trap light Still high on Percocet, I popped that last night No, I can't do your show unless your bag right This boy down APY, then why you mad, right? I run this shit like track, like young niggas ditch that trap light Still High On Percocet