[Single Verse]

Rips on the pockets of my jeans don't it

See this a thousand dollar piece, spill the lean on it

Left the love for some your niggas in the streets, don’t it

Fold another hunnid up and crush the weed on it

Gotta run the money up you in the streets homie

Gotta run the money up you in the streets homie

I might fly to Saint Tropez with a bad lil bitch

We been touring other countries

Everything coming in abundance

Diamonds looking sunny

All we do is get high and get money

I know some my niggas still running

I know some my niggas still ducking from the law, it ain't nothing

I know some my niggas still ride with the cutter

And you know the Kid Kudding

Just landed in Abu Dhabi

Got this bag of Kush on me

Got the place on a wave, we could talk about it

You could throw me in a cage, Ima walk out it

End of day I'm getting paid, nigga all profit

End of day a nigga break, then we all poppin

Ace of Spades and Rosé, now we all-

When a nigga down, who you call?

I’ve been underground with the hogs

Now a nigga ball, hmmmm

Now a nigga ball, hmmmm

Now a nigga ball, hmmmm

Now a nigga ball, hmmmm (yea)

Now a nigga ball, hmmmm