In the two-door coupe, bitch, I let it go fast
Got a bag full of loot, need to fit all my racks
That's the bitch, what it do, can you hold up my strap?
All my fingers blue, cause I'm going through these bags
So I told him, get your cash up, 200 and I'm dashed
Like checks on a chain, now you bitch, start ass up
Catch up, I could never * a lame bitch
Ready to the game, bitch, I just want my racks up
So pay me if you hate me, I could never give a *
Where the fakes be, shawty crazy
Yeah, I let her come, but I never let her date me
Might've fell in love, but I never let her save me
From the brunt floor with OG, with my roadie
Back then, they were never checking what they owe me
Clocked in, paid in, I ain't moving slowly
Back is locked in, they won't ever know me
Goddamn, why she blowing on my phone?
I spent * ten bands on that Louis and that crumb
Are they telling me I can't? So I got it on my own
I don't think I have a land, I get out every song
In a two-door coupe, bitch, I let it go fast
Got a bag full of loot, need a fit on my racks
Ask the bitch what it do, can you hold up my strap?
But my fingers blue, cause I'm going through these bags
So I talk, I'ma get you cash up
Two hundred, earn cash, like checks on a chain
Now you bitch, start ass up, catch up
I could never * a lame bitch
Ready to the game, bitch, I just want my racks up
Love my designer, I just did a show
And I got 50K in Prada
Can't stay cold, I got haters to Nevada
Everything gold, I got everything I wanna
And your daughter, let me walk out
Put my fam on the scene, I put my Glock
I got everything I wanna
Bitch, I like green beams and that chop sound
I got bands for the team, but you cropped out
Yeah, you cropped out
Y'all be talking about the same things, like bang bang
You ain't got no chain chain, all that rain drains
You a cop out, you ain't ever gonna maintain
Had a block out, all that fake love
In a two-door coupe, bitch, I let it go fast
Got a bag full of loot, need a fit on my racks
Ask the bitch what it do, can you hold up my strap?
But my fingers blue, cause I'm going through these bags
So I talk, I'ma get you cash up
Two hundred, earn cash, like checks on a chain
Now you bitch, start ass up
Catch up, catch up
I could never * a lame bitch
Married to the game, bitch, I just want my racks up