[Verse 1]
Just like my wallet, lil’ bitch, I can’t fold
Just-just like my wallet, lil’ bitch, I can’t fold
Just like my wallet, lil’ bitch, I can’t-
Just like my-just like my wallet, lil’ bitch, I can’t fold
Known fact we havin’ motion, I don’t even gotta boast
Why you flexin’ pretty money, and I spent that on some clothes
I’mma call that boy Z, ‘cause I left him with some holes
And you niggas are some jokes, I’mma call yo’ ass a jester
Fuckin’ with them little girls, that nigga a Chester
Fuckin’ with them little girls, that nigga a Che-
Fuckin’ with them-fuckin’ with them little girls, that nigga a Ch-
Fuckin’ with them-fuckin’ with them little girls, that nigga a Chester
I’mma take him down if I find out that he flexin’
Nigga talking down, now he boutta learn a lesson
I’mma teach him Death 101 with a Smith and Wesson
Teach him Death 101 with a Smith and-
Teach him Death-teach him Death 101 with a Smith and Wesson
Band on my feet, chain reaction how I’m steppin’
[Interlude]
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I can never fold
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I can never fold
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I can never fold
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I can never fold
[Verse 2]
.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass a toe tag
.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass a toe-
.22-.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass a toe tag
.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass-
.22-.223 hit yo’ chest, give yo’ ass a toe tag
Please don’t hit my phone unless you tryna spend a bag
Watch me hit a 419, then I do my money dance
Drugs got my mine in the sky so I can barely stand
Feelin’ like the first time a young nigga popped a Xan
Can’t trust nobody, watch who you call yo’ friend
Nigga claim he down to right, but ain’t make it to the end
[Outro]
Just like my wallet, lil’ bitch, I can’t fold
Just-just like my wallet, lil’ bitch, I can’t fold
Just like my wallet, lil’ bitch, I can’t-
Just like my-just like my wallet, lil’ bitch, I can’t fold
Known fact we havin’ motion, I don’t even gotta boast
Why you flexin’ pretty money, and I spent that on some clothes
I’mma call that boy Z, ‘cause I left him with some holes
And you niggas are some jokes, I’mma call yo’ ass a jester
Fuckin’ with them little girls, that nigga a Chester
Fuckin’ with them little girls, that nigga a Che-
Fuckin’ with them-fuckin’ with them little girls, that nigga a Ch-
Fuckin’ with them-fuckin’ with them little girls, that nigga a Chester
I’mma take him down if I find out that he flexin’
Nigga talking down, now he boutta learn a lesson
I’mma teach him Death 101 with a Smith and Wesson
Teach him Death 101 with a Smith and-
Teach him Death-teach him Death 101 with a Smith and Wesson
Band on my feet, chain reaction how I’m steppin’
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I can never fold
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I can never fold
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I can never fold
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I can never fold