[Intro]
(Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat)

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Give a fuck bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
I got too many hoes like a pimp, yeah
I tell that bitch, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, bitch, I'm smokin' hemp, yeah
Maserati with the tints, yeah
All this bitch want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
I was off of the grid
Now I'm back hot like the [?], yeah
She swallowed me up like a Brisk
Then I got up, and I jumped in the whip
All these blue hundreds, my safe is a crib
And my diamonds they wet like a lake full of fish
I hit this ho from thе front
Sound like I'm mixin' grits
Get the fuck out my facе
You not talkin' bout' nothin'
I just fucked on a baddie
Yeah, shawty told me that she Russian
Yeah, my fabric is Japanese
Yeah, I be doin' this shit like its nothin'
Fell in love with the rackies
Yeah, I don't need no friends, fuck 'em
[Chorus: Lil Tracy & KILLKODY]
Give a fuck bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
I got too many hoes like a pimp, yeah
I tell that bitch, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, bitch, I'm smokin' hemp, yeah
Maserati with the tints, yeah
All this bitch want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: KILLKODY]
Alex McQueen on my bitch, I just spent this whole deal on a fit (Yeah, yeah)
Me and the money like Lilo And Stich
The Hellcat got stripes and it's matchin' the slits on the wrist (Skrrt)
She speak no English, I just blew her a kiss
I wonder if she know I really do hits
Yeah, we countin' racks in this bitch
Molly scene, bitch, eyes green like I'm [?] (Yeah)
In the back of the back got my feet up
Send her back, and you know I'ma be there (Send her back, and you know I'ma be there)
I'm sippin' Wock out the liter
I done got rich, I forgot how to read, yeah (I done got rich, I done got rich)
Hop out the Trackhawk, swervin'
Sixes on me in the mood that I'm perfect (Yeah, yeah)
N***as broke, pockets hurtin'
I done came up, that's for certain
Twenty racks just to open the curtains
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Give a fuck bout' a friend
Yeah, all I want is the backend
I got too many hoes like a pimp, yeah
I tell that bitch, "Count up the backend"
Yeah, bitch, I'm smokin' hemp, yeah
Maserati with the tints, yeah
All this bitch want is a glimpse
Of how a rich n***a live