[Chorus: Desiigner & Jay Critch]

They want me make a hit

So I'mma make a hit

Then I'mma date your bitch

Then I'mma take your bitch

She said don't fuck up the Xan'

I make up a lot of new flows

Got bitches stackin' and pourin'

I'mma just stack it and throw it

You niggas just stack it to show it

Movin' racks and the pack and we pour it

I might get me some cash and blow it

But I still got a bag, you know it

Hold up

You cannot see through this whip, 'cause the windows is tinted

Pour up, we gotta celebrate, we was broke for a minute

[Verse 1: Desiigner]

I'm sippin' too much in Tokyo

I make your girl catch the holy ghost

Niggas ran up and I grab the toy

Diamonds dancing, that's Goyard

I'm overnight catching hangovers

She over night bingin' friends over

We overnight with the gang over

We overnight, then we bang over

I'm gettin' rich for days

I'm in this shit for days

Pick up some choppers, we blast at em

You gettin' hit, if the Math add up

Shawty pull up at the trap house

[?]

I know not to talk, if feds grab me

After the party, we hit ground

[Chorus: Desiigner & Jay Critch]

They want me make a hit

So I'mma make a hit

Then I'mma date your bitch

Then I'mma take your bitch

She said don't fuck up the Xan'

I make up a lot of new flows

Got bitches stackin' and pourin'

I'mma just stack it and throw it

You niggas just stack it to show it

Movin' racks and the pack and we pour it

I might get me some cash and blow it

But I still got a bag, you know it

Hold up

You cannot see through this whip, 'cause the windows is tinted

Pour up, we gotta celebrate, we was broke for a minute

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]

Take another sip, might crash

She like, "Why the whip so fast?"

On the road to the cash and

Steppin' out, high fashion

Lil' shawty suck me up with a passion

Talkin' money, bankroll everlastin'

Movin' funny, I'm with 40, he blastin'

[?] makin' this shit stretch like elastics

I was still on my grind, it got to me

Keep ya' eyes on the prize

Stop watchin' me

Walking look like I'm hittin' a lottery

Gotta shit on these niggas

They doubted me

Went overseas for the hundos

For the cheese, niggas cut throat

My diamonds beat like a drumroll

This type of money, I can't trust hoes

I remember them days my funds low

Hood Fave, I stay where them bucks go

My chains is makin' the sun glow

Pay attention to everythin' but hoes

Now I wanna drop, when I sip up

My pockets been doin' the sit ups

Money been callin', I pick up

Diamonds been shinnin', they lit up

Oh

[Chorus: Desiigner & Jay Critch]

They want me make a hit

So I'mma make a hit

Then I'mma date your bitch

Then I'mma take your bitch

She said don't fuck up the Xan'

I make up a lot of new flows

Got bitches stackin' and pourin'

I'mma just stack it and throw it

You niggas just stack it to show it

Movin' racks and the pack and we pour it

I might get me some cash and blow it

But I still got a bag, you know it

Hold up

You cannot see through this whip, 'cause the windows is tinted

Pour up, we gotta celebrate, we was broke for a minute