[Verse 1: WillTheRapper]

Look, ice on my wrist

Dirty Sprite in the zip

This bitch like my kicks

She wanna get hit

His bitch on my dick

He mad as a bitch

But he won't do shit

Or else he getting a clip, woah

I keep a strap in the whip

You catch a shot in the hip

And you scared to come back on your strip

Or else we put a tax on your shit, woah

I keep a strap in the whip

You catch a shot in the hip

And you scared to come back on your strip

Or else we put a tax on your shit

[Verse 2: Cordae]

Look, I cop a new Bugatti for the few who got me

Killing beats is a ruthless hobby

You say your shooters copy, never do it sloppy

Drum a kit like they do karate

I be the first never lied in rap

I am a great, no denying that

I spit the higher than fire tracks

I can't wait to blow up and they say he inquire racks

I switch a style and make it easy

I changed my friends 'cause they was greedy

I'm making money, they pay to meet me

I give a fuck if a hater scheming

I gotta grind to make every dollar

My money stronger than Larry Lobster

I work with magic, that Harry Potter

You niggas scary, they bury yoppas

That money all on my mind

Never stolen with time but I ball like LeBron

Labels calling my line but I never answered

Diesel jeans [?]

Bad hoes get to belly dancing

Stealing styles get you reprimanded

Screaming rest in peace, it's forever branded

Had to kill the beat causing hella damage, like woah

Niggas would say I'm the hottest topic

What's on my mind is a lot of profit (Cash)

Never sold dope til I got to college

This is not me, man, I gotta stop it

Hit my bro [?] 'cause he got the loud

Stack up them pennies, no Oscar Proud

You smoking dutches, you out of style

Bro keep attacking, that's not a foul

Semi-automatic, I was never packing

Boxing all these haters, I am everlasting

Nigga get a beat but never better rapping

Get my cheddar stacking, such a clever savage

Boy I been a beast since fifteen

Nigga wanna say his shit mean

All about the grind, I get cream

Money all the time, got big dreams

[Verse 3: WillTheRapper]

They like "Will, you back in this bitch"

If she ain't tryna fuck then I'm smacking her bitch

They say "Will you don't drink," but I'm smacked in this bitch

These munchies too real, bring some snacks in this bitch

Got my strap in this bitch 'cause you thinkin' 'bout robbing me

Money coming like your boy won the lottery

This bitch she follow me then she gon' swallow me

Then I just duck her and text her "Don't bother me"

Boy I get a lot of cheese, I don't be arguing

If you just popping shit, turn you to taco mix

I need the money and I need a lot of it

If it ain't money I'm not a part of it

Niggas keep hating and I don't acknowledge it

Beef got a recipe, I put my Glock in it

Bitch on my dick while she get to toppin' it

Roof on my coop [?] so I'm dropping it, woo

[?]

[Interlude: Cordae]

Ayy, Will, hold up bro

We ain't even done yet fool, ayy

[Verse 4: Cordae]

Nigga I was deep in a deadly drought

Was never worried 'bout getting heavy clout

Fuck a Jaguar, bring the Chevy's out

Niggas want the fame and I'm ready now

'Cause I'm heavy gifted, make a well-decision

Couldn't tell the difference [?] vision

Screaming fuck the prison, it's a failing system

Free my little bro, ring the bell to listen

'Cause the beat dumber, straight speed gunner

And my niggas kick it like we be punters

I'm a college kid with a street wonder

Niggas looking for me but they Steve Wonder

Got a lot of dimes like Steve numbers

That's Nash nigga, straight cash figures

Need a new girl and her ass bigger

Killed the fuckin' beat, never blast triggers

I'm about the grind and I'm making cash

I don't fuck with niggas like Stacy Dash

So I hit up Will and he'll spray his ass

He was talking crazy, now he racing fast, like...