[Chorus]- It's nothing but money inside of this backpack, through that shit right in the back of this scat pack

Windows is tinted the whip call it matt black , don't wanna talk unless you know where the cash at

I pay my shooter this bag on cash app , he saying names to Instagram hashtags

Pockets is mad fat I'm counting mad racks , I hit his bitch from behind with her fat ass

It's nothing but money inside of this backpack, through that shit right in the back of this scat pack

Windows is tinted the whip call it matt black , don't wanna talk unless you know where the cash at

I pay my shooter this bag on cash app , he saying names to Instagram hashtags

Pockets is mad fat I'm counting mad racks , I hit his bitch from behind with her fat ass

[Verse- gunhead]: pull up and pop spin back we gone get em , this Glock make em dance these hallows got rhythm

I'm tryna make sure the whole .30 hit em , get him dress for a casket gotta make sure it fit em

Lurk on his page tryna see who be with em , I lean back and shoot that [?]

Hop out the whip and he catching these shells , I'm big slide from the R I ain't taking no L's

No place to run when they see it they bail , tried to run up the stairs he got left on the rail

Free stolo and South they stuck in a cell , these Instagram rappers tryna beef on the cell

Tryna ask for my lo just to give it to 12 , I'm smoking his homie I like how it smell

We cooling [?] Chance to go get it ,I pull up my mask ain't for the pandemic

I hop out and stretch em got knocked off his pivit, found out what he in told my youngins to flip it

I heard he snitching I pay em a visit , I dirty the .9 I gotta switch it

I know he ain't real that nigga be hating , he ain't keeping his mouth close during investigation

I roll up and smoke em his homie I'm facing

[Chorus - trapstar] -It's nothing but money inside of this backpack, through that shit right in the back of this scat pack

Windows is tinted the whip call it matt black , don't wanna talk unless you know where the cash at

I pay my shooter this bag on cash app , he saying names to Instagram hashtags

Pockets is mad fat I'm counting mad racks , I hit his bitch from behind with her fat ass

[Verse -trapstar] : niggas be trash on the Lord they cannot rap , just like a roof on his muthafuckin' whip

If he keep talking shit I'll pull his top back , I'm in the paint but you don't want no contact

Uh yea I'm lit I prolly just fucked on his bitch , I'm mix the parda with Balenciagas on God nigga I'm really drippy as shii

Murcielago the windows got tints , you broke and it don't make no sense

I'm not shooter I'm good on defense, you not a shooter you sit on the bench

VVS chains I feel like a slave look like I got linched , diamonds they jumping they making you flinch

I think that hating shii paying they rent , fuck a subliminal say what you meant

After I fuck her I go and repent, she got a nigga I really don't care he not a real one if he never share

She pop a pill to get it repaired giving no love just the afair , she thought it was but not always there

I see a god when I look in the mirror , she wanna make up fuck up her mascara

Two twin hoes like Tia,Tamera

All black diamonds like I'm from wakanda , he thought pussy I'm sorry your honor

I keep a G on me don't shake a bana , I keep vv's like Ocean piranhas

She give me brain like a pair full of scholars, I fucked and unfollow can't take you to Mama

I keep some niggas that's ready for drama , they pop like a condom so show me the problem

Better think twice before you tryna finesse me , I got hoe in the whip giving Becky

Kicked the bitch out cause she tryna get naked , just want the neck don't know where the rest been

Call em my girl I be home in a second , new Tarantino I'm shooting a movie new Valentino bitch I'm feeling groovy you-