Hook:

Yeah baby don’t you hit me on the phone when you wake up

Know you like the way I get you bussin like a Draco

Audemar baguettees and my bezel out the baker

How the fuck I run up all the money all the paper

Yeah baby don’t you hit me on the phone when you wake up

Counting all the money give a fuck about a hater

Now we on a new wave bitch don’t chase us

Stay up in your lane you ain’t ready for the takeoff

Verse 1:

You ain’t ready for the takeoff

I don’t wanna FaceTime I just want face

So you wanna

Switch sides like we made up

If I throw the money then I watch you come and rake up

They just wanna love me coz I’m getting all the dough

I just want your panties why the fuck you fully clothed

Lemme take you out but I ain’t let you get inside the rolls

Bitch I know the money talks louder than my crow

Choppa won’t go round enough

But we just go and round it up

Everytime you doubting us

I make sure that my sound is up

When I’m coming up I’m with gang

And when I’m coming down I need xan

Seeing hella colours bitch I mix in a pan

Yeah we taking off and I don’t think that ima land

Hook:

Yeah baby don’t you hit me on the phone when you wake up

Know you like the way I get you bussin like a Draco

Audemar baguettees and my bezel out the baker

How the fuck I run up all the money all the paper

Yeah baby don’t you hit me on the phone when you wake up

Counting all the money give a fuck about a hater

Now we on a new wave bitch don’t chase us

Stay up in your lane you ain’t ready for the takeoff

Verse 2:

Choppa won’t go round enough

But we just go and round it up

Everytime you doubting us

I make sure that my sound is up

Fuck you hit me every time you wanna love

I don’t give a fuck coz I can see you is a scrub

Yeah I’m counting hella bands counting all the dubs

Yeah I hide the x pills all under the rug, woah

Hook:

Yeah baby don’t you hit me on the phone when you wake up

Know you like the way I get you bussin like a Draco

Audemar baguettees and my bezel out the baker

How the fuck I run up all the money all the paper

Yeah baby don’t you hit me on the phone when you wake up

Counting all the money give a fuck about a hater

Now we on a new wave bitch don’t chase us

Stay up in your lane you ain’t ready for the takeoff