[Chorus: Offset]
I'm on they ass today, I just made 200 cash today
Imma bout to smash [?]
Sippin Codein, almost crashed the Wraith
Lil n***a, stay in your place
Hop in my Lambo, I drag the race
My wrist made of glass [?]
200 my dash that's [?]
My shooters assassinate
Mama say put up that cash and pray
We bout to slide, OK
Shoot up the hot box, no licance plate
Get hit with the butter, the K
Stuck in the Bando, we cookin falay

[Verse 1: Eastside Jody]
Cookin stakes in the trap, [?]
Riding in the car with them straps out
Been getting money, n***a pull them racks out
If you want the work, then n***a come cash out
A broke n***a always gon lash out
[?] bitch I was gon act out
My boy did his time till he maxed out
He got home, I was still pulling packs out
1957 Bellaire
I'm off sets
In the Roles Royce truck with Offset
I supply all the drugs in the projects
N***a try something, he gon die next
Put my whole life in the pyrax
Put a whole chicken on the private jet
Know the bitch try to watch me text
All these diamonds, n***a watch me flex
I'm cashing out, bitch I got that check
Money, power, n***a and respect
Fuck wifi, I got a connect
Just bought a watch, and it's all Bagettes
These diamonds water, they got your bitch wet
I'm on they ass today
Made 200 cash today
[Chorus: Offset]
I'm on they ass today, I just made 200 cash today
Imma bout to smash [?]
Sippin Codein, almost crashed the Wraith
Lil n***a, stay in your place
Hop in my Lambo, I drag the race
My wrist made of glass [?]
200 my dash that's [?]
My shooters assassinate
Mama say put up that cash and pray
We bout to slide, OK
Shoot up the hot box, no licance plate
Get hit with the butter, the K
Stuck in the Bando, we cookin falay

[Verse 2: Offset]
500 bags a day
I got a nasty [?]
I had me a dream like Martin Luther King
The shit came true
I put the Bagette on my wrist, [?] jump in the pool
I came from the north to a boss, I'm [?] with blue
Hop on the jet when I move
[?]
I carey the fam on my back
Play with the M's, no racks
No loyalty, stabbing in backs
My prices lower than shacks
[?]
Brand new [?]
Smoking on a backwood back
[?]
Sky's the limit
[?] we clippin
No need for a stylest, I'm drippin
Workin this bitch like I'm pimpin
We get the bag and we ship it
[?] and I'm grippin
Throw up the racks, I'm tippin
Spend a lil cash, [?]
[Chorus: Offset]
I'm on they ass today, I just made 200 cash today
Imma bout to smash [?]
Sippin Codein, almost crashed the Wraith
Lil n***a, stay in your place
Hop in my Lambo, I drag the race
My wrist made of glass [?]
200 my dash that's [?]
My shooters assassinate
Mama say put up that cash and pray
We bout to slide, OK
Shoot up the hot box, no licance plate
Get hit with the butter, the K
Stuck in the Bando, we cookin falay