[Intro]

(Wheezy out of here)

[Chorus]

Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate

I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake

Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate

We some rich Vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage (Go)

[Verse 1]

Rich nigga (Facts), but, ho, with these racks, I'm petty (Extensions)

I still eat cup noodles out the gas station, sittin' on top of the Chevy (Chevy)

Need a big freak that'll chew me off the bone, somethin' like American Deli (Uh, uh)

Lay the seat back, we can fuck in the car right now, no panties, shе ready (Hot and ready, Little Caеsars)

Viking, smoking this blunt to the fire (Uh)

Viking, Wock', I want every drop (Hey)

Psychic, been saw myself at the top (Uh)

Right here whether you like it or not

My shooter a star, he gon' rock out for my band

Passin' like gas, all my guys got a hot hand

You can't go back to your hood, nigga, I can

Trap out the mansion, we turn it to Vik' land

Pull up the whip (Skrr), hop out fresh as fuck, smellin' like Baccarat (Hey)

Mixed with 'za (Word), hit the gambling spot, lil' cuh just seen an opp (Oh?)

Trail the car, get close as you can, ooh, he better not stop

Cut him off, got caught lackin' in traffic, jump out, fah, fah, fah

[Chorus]

Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate

I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake

Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate

We some rich Vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage

[Verse 2]

Shoot, put a white Patek on a Black bitch, true facts

Real Viking, fuck her, then go eat her kid's fruit snacks (Haha)

Shoot a thousand, if I lose it, up the bet and get back

Cleanin' house, sweep the floor, walked out the door with them racks (Ayy)

I'm smokin' out the pound, bitch

Rest in peace my uncle, first nigga I saw snort off a mountain

Used to grind for grandma, whole 'bow to cop an outfit

I don't go out for nothin' 'less I get paid, I'm in the house lit

Money go Chanel hat (Drip)

This bitch cost four racks, nigga, don't play with me (Trim)

Big speaker, the one they wanna be and who they hate to see (Him)

I'm the type of nigga, take his bitch and make him babysit (Boy)

When the stars light up inside the foreign, I get spaceship vibes (Go)

Three-point-five, fuck, I feel like I can fly

Somethin' must be wrong with the club lights, they paid me to come and shine

When she asked me, what's my zodiac? I told her, "Dollar sign" (Oh)

I don't trust nobody more than my fire

Wish a nigga would try me

I'ma up it and

[Chorus]

Shoot, that's a hard eight, better stack a straight, mate

I got big bread, watch me bake a large cake

Shoot, that's a throwaway, caught him on the interstate

We some rich Vikings, still fuck hoes on minimum wage (Go)

[Outro]

Shoot

Shoot

Shoot

Shoot