(Chorus)

New sativa gas is rotten

You can smell the pack it’s all up in my cotton

Brand new bape you know exactly what I’m copping

So much money why a nigga always plotting

(Verse 1)

Versace runners got a nigga feeling too elite

Ya girl she say she love my flow and plus my voice deep

How you a rapper yet my song is always on repeat

She even post my music you can’t even get a tweet

I’m always flexing cuz a nigga like to talk shit

My clothes expensive dropped some Ks for the outfit

That MSR is how I duplicate the card strip

Good with plastic never catch me tryna move a brick

Oh shit

It’s Keemz the great

Don’t take hoes on no dates

Is you fuckin or Na?

I got one on the way

I might roll me a spliff

My blunts wrapped like a gift

She gone give me some top

Use two hands with the twist

My bills always come big

I got 100s and 50s

She see cash come quickly

She throwing that kitty

I got hoes like Christmas

They wana be Mrs

I dip with the quickeness

She sour like citrus

I just swiped a new card

And I copped me a goose

She see my pockets fat

So she tryna get loose

She see me with some treats

But bitch I am no trick

Sent her boyfriend a link

He got scammed with a click

(Chorus)

New sativa gas is rotten

You can smell the pack it’s all up in my cotton

Brand new bape you know exactly what I'm copping

So much money why a nigga always plotting

(Verse 2)

It’s Keemz

I just be chasing money it’s a race

Don’t got no time for these hoes in my face

Pockets be booming like I got the bass

I’m breaking down beats like I just dropped a vase

Coast to coast flight yea I always be boarding

Just hit Atlanta I get to recording

I just be ballin out I’m Micheal Jordan

Cooking up heat cheffin think I’m Gordon

Dripping this water I feel like a pipe

Love me some ass and come with the stripes

Never thought I would come up off the swipe

Got people asking to teach em the life

Selfish I keep all the secrets for me

Double S W on the hoody and Tee

Remember I use to steal out Jubilee

Now I get money from internet schemes

Switch the flow its too easy

I grew up on weezy

My plug said he ain’t know the strain

I looked it up on Leafly

Niggas move suspicious

These bitches want my riches

Allergic to that fake shit

I think I got a sickness

Scamming just to get drip

These niggas might get jipped

I came up on some 100s

And all these bands that I just can’t grip

All about my damn funds

Never could I be a bum

Because it’s always bread to make

And niggas out here chasing crumbs

(Chorus)

New sativa gas is rotten

You can smell the pack it’s all up in my cotton

Brand new bape you know exactly what I’m copping

So much money why a nigga always plotting