[Chorus: Amindi]

Get the bag and dash

Imma skate

Ain’t no need to wait

Bet he want me back

He caught up

He Anita bake

Shit, feel like I need to bake

The way I’m 'bout this fuckin' cake

Shout out mom and dad

To this day

I do what Keisha say

[Verse 1: Amindi]

I got mind on the money

A dime bout the hunnids

I grind cause I want it, yeah

It’s mine and I’m gunning

I shine and I'm stunning

My prime is still coming, yeah

Running up a check bitch

Just bussed down my necklace

Crab and gourmet breakfast

I’m rich and well rested

[Chorus]

Get the bag and dash

Imma skate

Ain’t no need to wait

Bet he want me back

He caught up

He Anita bake

Shit, feel like I need to bake

The way I’m 'bout this fuckin' cake

Shout out mom and dad

To this day

I do what Keisha say

[Verse 2: Jordan Ward]

I’ve wrapped my mind up in money

Don’t lie bout the money

Some of y’all been hiding, gotta run me

Been up and down with the money

Fell behind, and fronted

I done really blew through some money

Got “too soon” money

Then family couldn’t really help me

But when we was broke, I still felt rich and wealthy

My bitch so bad, man she can sell me

Just got a luh ass bag, but it’s a tellie

Shout out mom, no cap

Cause a pops something I never had

If I get rich, will the hoes text back?

Not even 30, seen 30 million racks

Rinse it and I stretch it

Limbo with my lessons

Hamster-wheel a check, but

I won’t lose my breath bitch

[Chorus]

Get the bag and dash

Imma skate

Ain’t no need to wait

Bet he want me back

He caught up

He Anita bake

Shit, feel like I need to bake

The way I’m 'bout this fuckin' cake

Shout out mom and dad

To this day

I do what Keisha say

Girl so—bitch so bad

Amindi I’m sorry, Ima say—Ima say “bitch” Amindi

But it’s gender-neutral

I’m not tryna be misogynistic

I-I’m a bitch, too