[Intro]

(Meech, where’s my husband?)

I’m on my demon flow shit

Bag of Trix, go get that

[Verse]

Real money, I stack it high

Real nigga, I never lie

Like a fat nigga orderin’ food, I can’t fuck with them small fries

New songs for the joy ride

Big crowds make the floor rise

Niggas know that I’m greater than, I move cash, I got more ties

Telegram, I’ve been makin’ plays, new za pack with the different strains

Switch it up, I got different mains, I can put you on to the free game

Toast him up like it’s Raising Cane’s, I could put you on the platter for some pape

I’vе been huntin’ niggas like an ape

Niggas not sweet, but I want the cakе

Tough nigga, I’m ruthless

High speed, I’m reckless (Vroom)

Rack money, niggas jealous

Bot nigga, nigga useless

Countin’ money on my checklist

Fed niggas throwin’ questions

I’ma have to get aggressive

Demon flow, I’m possessive

[Outro]

Demon, uh

Ayy, who the fuck flowin’ like me?

Who the fuck flowin’ like me?

Who the fuck flowin’ like me?

Many flows in my book, call it Bag of Trix

Niggas on that demon flow shit, ayy

Nothin’ but— nothin’ but straight heat, straight flamethrower shit