[Intro]
(Brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat)
Yeah (Brrat, brrat)
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Woo, woo)
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Uh, uh, yeah (Brrat), mh-mh-mh, yeah

[Verse]
Cash money flow, huh, I might fuck your ho, huh
Pull up on that boat, huh, see me smokin' dope, huh
No love for that ho, huh, pull up, all white Ghost, huh
See me on that molly, yeah, I'm flyin' coast to coast
Packs up, got my racks up
She a bad bitch, tell her, "Go 'head, back that ass up," huh, huh
We gon' ball for sure, that's forever, n***a
Yellow bone with me, man, I swear this bitch so pressure, n***a (Haha)
Diamonds on me so exquisite (So exquisite)
Standin' on business, hop in the water like a Navy SEAL
All they say is, "Get that cash, gеt the cash, get your bag"
Put the 'Rari in thе cut, bitches run down on me fast
Oh, you bad? I might crash, do you bad, leave you at
Keep the pistol on my hip, I'm not tryna go out sad
Baby, I'm from the boot, but that choppa came from Baghdad
Keep it with me, ask me 'bout that jewelry, you can't have that
Dirty, huh, pics, dirty, huh, sticks
Dirty, huh, money, dirty, huh, blicks
Dirty, huh, life, dirty, huh, piss, yeah
Put me, huh, in that room, I ain't say shit
Yes, I am on that shit, yeah, what that mean to you? Yeah
Roxies get to punchin' in that fuckin' coupe, yeah
Five-star restaurant, eatin' on some soup
Twenty racks on somebody head, might be you, yeah
And I don't like to talk about what I'm finna do
But, n***a, when you see me, you better not just shoot at the roof, ha
I might drop a bag on some fuckin' jewelry
Yeah, you go put on Truey, huh, I go put on Louis
Say lil' Slugga, Slugga, Slugga, man, I miss my brother, huh
When you get home, yeah, you know we cut up with them cutters
I'm a bad bitch lover, this ain't undercover
When I get you home, bitch, I'll get you Undercover
I might go back to the E just to flex that dough
And I ain't never had no trouble, I just make it, ho, yeah
If you fuckin' with her, you gotta put her to the test, uh
She from Saint-Tropez, she bad, tryna suck my wrist up