[Verse 1]

Double G buckle tucked under my shirt

I taste codeine when I burp

I bought a Bentley, forgot it insured

You just a broke boy, you get on my nerves

What would I do if the music ain't work?

If I turn my trap phone on, will it still chirp?

I couldn't tell nouns from a verb

But I could sell wings to a bird

I could sell tags to a shirt

Askin' me if "you got tickets for sure?"

I don't know, I'm not sure

You just got hit with the curve

I didn't know that girl was yours

Said that she don't got no boyfriend, but sure

I grabbed that ass, and she call me a perv'

Opened her legs, so I had to insert

Make my own beats, and I write my own words

Cash found a diamond tucked under the dirt

I blew my third check and second and first

Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first

Me and Body goin' half on the chicken

First we sell it, then we splittin' the difference

I don't got no time to waste on no bitches

'Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes

[Chorus]

Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green

I think I need me a money machine

I heard some fuckboys were plottin' on me

Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans

Won't forget when no one cared about me

Talkin', but they don't know shit about me

Mad I'm the person they wanted to be

This ain't the shit that they wanted to see, yeah

[Post-Chorus]

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

[Verse 2]

My money tall hunnids, blue like a Smurf

Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt

Nobody fuckin' with XO for sure

Your label's new artist is really a nerd

Suit my bitch up, yeah, I bought her a fur

Shootin' shit up, better act like you hurt

Before I tell, I'ma go to jail first

Drivin' on Xannies, I might hit the curb

Valentino on my shoes and my shirt

She ain't want me back when I wanted her

I'm from the Rex', but the Southside my turf

Had to think twice when I ordered dessert

Now I order my homies the surf with the turf

Take a full Addy with a half Perc

It's the brown boy that made it happen first

Look at me zoomin' my 'Rari, skrrt, skrrt

[Chorus]

Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green

I think I need me a money machine

I heard some fuckboys were plottin' on me

Waist 32, .40 tucked in my jeans

Won't forget when no one cared about me

Talkin', but they don't know shit about me

Mad I'm the person they wanted to be

This ain't the shit that they wanted to see, yeah

[Post-Chorus]

Now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me