[Intro]

(What the fuck, Lema)

[Verse]

Play after play got me dancin' at the self-scan

Caught the bank by surprise, I always had the upper hand

Talkin' swipe scriptures in my music, you wouldn't understand

If this decline, I got a backup card in my other hand

Ain't got a dollar in your pocket, but your wrist icy

My Glock and credit cards hangin' out, I know your bitch like me

You don't make the same profit I do, you can't shit like me

Fucking that hoppin' ass nigga, when I shoot, I'm real Mickey

He say he don't wanna be me, but rappin' on my type beats

My life revolve around a laptop, so I type me

I got pape and you don't, I knew you wasn't gon' like mе

Big Draco hangin' out my backpack, don't fight me

Five hundred dollar Louis shirt, this ain't no whitе tee

Boujee bitch think she gon' get a Birkin, you not my wifey

She here to suck dick, swipe cards, and drive, please

Hit a bonus play, PNC, I did the high knees

Puffin' white runtz in the air, I'm lookin' Chinese

A groupie pulled up with her titties, said, "Can you sign these?" (Of course)

Bitch, can you drop this check? After we hit twenty plays together, tat me on your neck

My trigger finger itchin', got me double tappin' with a TEC

Here go some Soulja Lean, I lied and said it was some Tuss'

Grenade launcher on my shotgun, this is high-tech

Drop fifteen thousand in the club, I made a damn mess (Damn)

You sat there, watched those hoes pick it up

He so down bad, went to the store and tried to stick it up

This bitch wanna live my lifestyle, she said, "I'm rich and stuff"

When a junkie wanna shop with me, I hand him a long list of drugs

Percs, Adderall, Xans, what the fuck do you want? Opioids?

I got it all, bitch, it's all fentanyl, though