[Chorus]

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans

I want the rubbies, Prada

I want all the finer things

This ain't no doobie but I'ma

Spark it with extra heat

And I'ma red-hot shooter

The way I hit you with the zinc

[Verse 1]

Nonsense is all that I be hearing on the low

Try to play me once

Play me two damn times, that's not gon go

I can't give a damn but fuck it make my head [?] to the floor

See these haters lookin' on my gram, get out my zone

It's OD on a [?]

Yeah, I say this loud

Man I'm feeling so damn proud

Better just watch out, we gon' pounce

Keeping it real for the bros in town

[?] wit 'em and he's always winning

[?] with the juice [?] he came off dripping

[?] till we hit the ceiling

[Chorus]

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans

I want the rubbies, Prada

I want all the finer things

This ain't no doobie but I'ma

Spark it with extra heat

And I'ma red-hot shooter

The way I hit you with the zinc

[Verse 2]

Contacts hitting my phone right now

I don't understand why they always fucking with me now?

Keep it humble but it's sideway all they want is just some clout

For the real ones with me I keep it G, I don't let down

(See, I'm not with the business but I [?])

Play around with this shit like a menace

I'm not fathering you as my kid

I heard them say, I'm never gonna change

Man, just look out before I came

Man, I'm running for that fame

[Chorus]

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans

I want the rubbies, Prada

I want all the finer things

This ain't no doobie but I'ma

Spark it with extra heat

And I'ma red-hot shooter

The way I hit you with the zinc

[Verse 3]

Have a few dreams, I'm gonna cash it

I know that this shit gon' last

Ain't no lucky one int his game, you know that's facts

Get the bag and run [?]

Bouta do my shmoney dance

I get the cheddar

Did with [?] sitting in my pocket

Change your weather

The way I make it rain you needing an umbrella

In your feeling, I'm gon have to make it better

Showing love I'm here to give it to whoever

Yeah do the dash I hit the zoom

Yeah, CTK

[?]

Mercing every check this speed in doomed

Man, I'm poppin' but I ain't know damn balloon

[Chorus]

I keep a few dollars in a pocket on my jeans

I want the rubbies, Prada

I want all the finer things

This ain't no doobie but I'ma

Spark it with extra heat

And I'ma red-hot shooter

The way I hit you with the zinc