[Intro: KiD TRUNKS & Robb Bank$]

Yuh, lil' bitch!

You bitch

Gling, gling gling

Cris Dinero

Ayy, Phone, pick up the phone

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Huh, huh)

[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS & Robb Bank$]

Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)

I don't fuck with, police (Gling, you dig)

Gas so green like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)

Run to the money, like Roshe (Bitch, gling, gling)

[Bridge: Robb Bank$ & Ski Mask the Slump God]

Yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), you dig

Yeah, yeah (SSET), yeah (Yuh), you dig (Yuh, yuh)

Three gold rings on my Rosie (SSET)

Balmain pocket full of posies (SSET)

Yeah, your girlfriend wanna blow me (SSET)

Phone don't call for the police (SSET, yuh)

Huh, yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), yeah (Yuh), you dig

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you dig (Water, ayy, ayy, huh)

[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God & KiD TRUNKS]

Gold same color as roses

My pockets are Pinocchio, poking

And that's why she tryna give face to me like a goatee

Hol' up, how do you know me? (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up! Gling, gling!)

[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]

Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Yeah, bitch)

I don't fuck with police (Gling, gling! Yeah)

Gas so green, like Yoshi (Yeah, gas, yeah, gas)

Run to the money, like Roshe (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, run-run-run, run-run-run, run)

[Verse 2: Robb Banks, Kid Trunks & Ski Mask The Slump God]

Do you wanna dick, bitch, hold it (Bitch)

Runnin' on my shit, like horsie (SSET)

Jewelry look so snowy (Ayy, ayy)

And your money short, just like Morty (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

You the girl type on the lowkey (SSET)

I'm the mankind, Mick Foley (SSET)

Me and Andrea, we whip the Fantasia (Hoo)

You came back to sip, but you so sleep (Hoo)

Y'all niggas ain't on shit, bitch

You was on IG wit' yo' stick

Lookin' for a friend, I'll leave if you want that spliff

Nigga now might just give me my cig

Man, phone smoking Tumblr pack in the vip

Not that I ran that back in 2012

Put one in your head like a thot

When I hit, she she said pause

I sent her back like she gave you hell (Ayy, ayy, mm)

[Verse 3: Ski Mask The Slump God]

She gon' trade me half a nut, cummin' on her lady lumps (Pew, pew)

Made my dick to stiffen up, swallow, so she hiccing up (Woah, woah, woah)

'Bout to tell her toughen up when I'm in that shawty's guts (Hnn)

Like to disappear, nigga, I'm stylin', et cetera

I am never lettin' up like tomato ketchup

Know you need to fess up, I want a Tesla

I'ma get a Tesla, numbers like professor

Make her learn a lesson, then I never mess up (Ayy!)

[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS & Robb Bank$]

Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)

I don't fuck with police (Gling, you dig)

Gas so green, like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)

Run to the money like Roshe (Bitch, gling, gling)

Bitch, I ball like Kobe (Gling, hoo)

I don't fuck with police (Gling, you dig)

Gas so green, like Yoshi (Cash, you dig)

Run to the money like Roshe (Bitch, gling, gling)