[Intro]

(kew, kew)

Ah, ah

(few)

[Verse 1]

Five figures made

This the second day of the week (Five)

Buddy late again, on the bread

Face meet the wheats

Misogynistic ass nigga

Come get a girl some cheese (Dumbass)

I'm with a 8 and a half, two tiers (FWP shit ni')

That's a double of these

Fuck some fans to find out

I didn't know my mains [?]

Collecting cans with my pop

Now, they can’t tell what I can’t do

Ballin japanese in 'em 3K shoes (Big ballin)

Styling, been styling

Me got paper styling you (Hmm)

I be praying Boat work it out with Mitch

I be praying for a nigga to make a diss

Poke it out his chest

We going try this 2D shit (2D)

Lot of shit I do these days

I swеar to God, I ain't know it's this

[?] with my brother

I keep telling this nigga

We finna bе rich

Pourin the money

I sell and ship

But my brother's the one

Of these niggas to stun it

I need the green the paper

The bread [?]

I ain't got time to fuck

[?], we throw the flag

Just to hand to others

He trying to beef all of a sudden

I look at [?] his IP code

[Chorus]

Rolling, stacking chips

Adding to a wish list

She bought her Alaska boots

Go to ask then take some pics

We won't play it

How then I planned it

Fives on me

You gotta be managed (Man)

For the two

She take a sip

Get ready for her [?] trip

[?] trip, [?] trip, Venus trip, [?] trip

We ain't pull up in no hearse

How 'bout to go

Stay all killed

All that who all at

He a happy meal, small fries (Dior)

Getting this pay for rap a lot

Shit I feel like Mountach (Mister B aigh')

[Verse 2]

Buy right the aroma

In a Scotti coma

Put more shots in the head

And B to B but [?] (B to B)

And the winners seating with 10 hoes

Me and Kamela

Finna give her a 9.5

I like the way she work it (9 to 5)

Shades black

Triple stack

Bitch I'm in my groove (Hmm)

[?] swimming, diamond dripping

That's just how I do (Just the fucking groove)

Wait a minute Lil Boat

That's just too goddamn Rude

Why the fuck you bridge straight

Water to the pool (Why)

Sand to the beach

We the ones that's on the top

Not fucking these top, not freaks

We the ones that shut the blood down

He come out for two weeks

Count cash until my hands start

Fuck it, I'mma use my feet (Fuck)

2816 like Lee

[Chorus]

Rolling, stacking chips

Adding to a wish list

She bought her Alaska boots

Go to ask then take some pics (Take some pics)

We won't play it

How then I planned it

Fives on me

You gotta be managed (Man)

For the two

She take a sip (For the two)

Get ready for her [?] trip

[?] trip, [?] trip, Venus trip, [?] trip (Hmmm)

We ain't pull up in no hearse

How 'bout to go

Stay all killed (Hmm-mhm)

All that who all at

He a happy meal, small fries (Ouh, hah)

Getting this pay for rap a lot (Wow)

Shit I feel like Mountach (Damn)