[Pre-Chorus]

It's that boy Deuce

Hella commas, nigga, I need six figures

Benjis on the Table, yeah im tryna fidget

That bitch had dick on her lips, I cannot kiss her

[Chorus]

Hella commas, nigga, I need six digits

Benjis on the Table, yeah im tryna fidget

That bitch had dick on her lips, I cannot kiss her

Drugs inside my system, That shit in my [?]

[Verse]

I'm tryna go retarded, bitch I'm tryna go stupid (Retarded)

I'm tryna get to that money, I am not with all the bullshit

I wanna run up the figures, I gotta run up my denim

I gotta get me them bands, yeah, just like Hillfiger (Hunnid percent)

I don't let racks stop, huh, just like a staple (Hunnid pеrcent)

That's why yo' hoe ain't nun' to me, bitch I'mma just fuck hеr

When you got money and run that shit up, bitch, you can just pick 'em (That's facts)

If I get tired of one bitch, I'mma get rid' em

If I get tired of one, bitch, they outta the room (Type)

I need a fast Hellcat, bitch, I'm tryna go zoom

(I'm tired' 'em) I'm off the za', got me up, bitch, I'm up until noon

I need the engine loud, just like a bomb, go boom

They say I stick to my sound, I don't care about that bull

Shit, I don't give a fuck what you think 'bout me, I don't care if we cool

(No time) I'm tryna go in the jacuzzi, Up in that pool

Half of these mo'fuckers hardheaded, they act just like a tool

[Bridge]

I got this EP on the way

'Bouta drop the shit

'Bouta rob the shit

I got the sauce, I'mma cop the shit

Slime

[Chorus]

Hella commas, nigga, I need six digits

Benjis on the Table, yeah im tryna fidget

That bitch had dick on her lips, I cannot kiss her

Drugs inside my system, That shit in my [?]

[Verse 2]

They is not the slime, I can't flex with 'ya

Racks summer, Bet they pop out like a window (Facts)

Got these bitches shaking ass, they all sinners

Yeah, all these racks tall, yeah, just like a center