[Intro]
Retta!
Retta!
Retta!
[Chorus]
I got pink fifties in my pockets, I ain't pay for loans
On the track, they gon' run it back, 16 double O
Watch yo back, when you runnin' that, now you movin' slow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Pockets on filler (Yeah)
Rockin' chinchilla (Yeah), don't get cold in the winter (Yeah)
I might swerve in the villa, pull a string like a cello
Why you talkin' down on me? I thought that you were my fellow
[Verse 1]
I said, "Why you talkin' down on me? Boy, you lookin' up"
Yeah, I feel like Mikey, way I play with nunchucks
We get bands every day, every week, throw it up
We get bands every day, we ain't hungry (We ain't hungry)
Wrapped in fashion head to toe like a mummy (Like a mummy)
I got faith on me, you can't take it from me (Take it from me)
All y'all cap, make me sick, to my stomach (To my stomach)
And if you rat, I got traps, they incomin' (Uh)
[Chorus]
I got pink fifties in my pockets, I ain't pay for loans
On the track, they gon' run it back, 16 double O
Watch yo back, when you runnin' that, now you movin' slow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Pockets on filler (Yeah)
Rockin' chinchilla (Yeah), don't get cold in the winter (Yeah)
I might swerve in the villa, pull a string like a cello
Why you talkin' down on me? I thought that you were my fellow
[Verse 2]
Yeah, that beat so jumpin' just like we was in the trap (Yeah)
Yeah, that boy lame cuh, we ain't givin' dap (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma pop at a demon, we gon' take him off the map (Yeah)
I'ma bust that holy heat on him, I don't need a strap (Yeah)
Back then, I was broke, now I look at you and laugh (Yeah)
Me and you, not the same, not congruent do the math
At the top of the chart and, lil' boy, you in last
Every time they try to press up on me, I'ma get right past
[Outro]
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