[Chorus: Bc tae]

I'm in that mode

I sell triple O's

I like fancy hoes

My wrist froze

This shit white and rose

Bitch I'm really goals

With them lows

I get off them bowls

Ten thous' on them clothes

Pockets swole, bitch we eating [?]

Cause we not eating moles

I'm too turnt

I could get you burnt

Corvette or McLaren

For my appearance

I'm these rappers parents

Call that lesson learned

From what I earned

Cuban cost a hunnid, slow down with your turn

I'm too turnt

And I move that way, I move it like the murr(?)

[Verse 1: Money Jake]

I can takе the brick and hit the road

Shit get out control

I gеt turnt and catch this plane with me and fire back all these bowls

And my rolly cost six thousand

I need ten thousand for sure

Niggas thinking imma rap but still be in and and out then hoes

I can mix and master shift the dope and still kept double O's

Gotcha bitch she eating dick

She bend it over, touch her toes

No tummy tuck, I love her rolls

Them niggas broke they sharing clothes

I spent 5 thousand in tyson's

With my chauffeur toting poles

[Verse 2: Bc Tae]

Ghost

I get bread like texas toast

I been dragging since the (?)

(?)

If I catch you (?) 14

I need 16 for the coat

Gotcha bitch all in my section

Twerking hard, driving the boat

My BC bitches know coke

It ain't no joke

We got them (?)

We got them (?)

And that's (?)

We got some percs

We got some molly

Got some addy, and some bars

(?)

Bombs away

(?)

And then see stars

(?)

Knew one day I'd make it far

[Verse 3: Money Jake]

Free the shooters, trappers, robbers

All my niggas STR

If you come inside this club

I bet my niggas bouta ball

If I want (?)

(?)

It's 300 shots inside this

Please don't walk up on this car

I got a play out Curtis bay

He want a hunnid of the raw

I only sell eights and nines

I got tired of selling bars

Bitch I'm self made

I'm my own boss

He ducked that switch that bitch took off

These bitches ripping shit off cars

Free the sliders

(?)

[Chorus: Bc tae]

I'm in that mode

I sell triple O's

I like fancy hoes

My wrist froze

This shit white and rose

Bitch I'm really goals

With them lows

I get off them bowls

Ten thous' on them clothes

Pockets swole, bitch we eating (?)

Cause we not eating moles

I'm too turnt

I could get you burnt

Corvette or McLaren

For my appearance

I'm these rappers parents

Call that lesson learned

From what I earned

Cuban cost a hunnid, slow down with your turn

I'm too turnt

And I move that way, I move it like the murr(?)