[Intro]

(We got London on the track)

[Pre-Chorus]

I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrrt), ayy

I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip (Sheesh, sheesh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

Niggas know, they get the memo (They get the what?)

Stack them racks, they know the memo (Stack it up, stack it up)

Nigga, stop playin', you know the memo (They know the memo)

Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo

Yeah, yeah, she know the memo (Woo)

[Post-Chorus]

Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga (Woo)

Hundred bands in my pants, check the stacks, nigga (Ayy, hey)

Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, yeah

Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah (Woo)

[Verse 1]

Price of condo bale, this not no grass, no (Nah)

Take it out the cat and beat that ass, woah (Ooh, woah)

If you cut my juice, I'ma pull up and shoot (Pull up)

And I, I do my shoppin' on Ferry, no tooth (Sheesh)

You just pull up and not fuckin', I'ma still show love, what it do? (What it do?)

Riding 'round with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu' (That's a Bugatti)

Man, I'm so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops (What?)

Bitches just see us and smile like, "What it do?"

[Pre-Chorus]

I'ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt), ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip (Ooh)

[Chorus]

Niggas know, they get the memo (What?)

Stack them racks, they know the memo (They know it, nigga)

Nigga, stop playin', you know the memo

Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo

Yeah, yeah, she know the memo

[Verse 2]

I don't play on Arthur, but I'm moonwalkin'

I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin' (Brrrt)

When I die, I want a hundred bands inside my casket

I drink Act', I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah)

I take molly with the YSL (Memo, slatt)

I supply 'em with them bricks and bales (Memo, woo)

I'm gettin' money, nigga, can't you tell? (Hell yeah)

Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail (Memo)

I'm so fresh they want a pic (Yeah)

Pull up on 'em suckers, kickin' shit and with the shits (Woo)

I thought you were rich, but you so broke, I don't know shit

My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit (And what?)

[Chorus]

Niggas know, they get the memo

Stack them racks, they know the memo

Nigga, stop playin', you know the memo

Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo

Yeah, yeah, she know the memo

[Post-Chorus]

Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga (Woo)

Hundred bands in my pants, check the stacks, nigga (Ayy, hey)

Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, yeah

Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah (Memo)

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah (Memo)

Yeah

(We got London on the track)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Memo)

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah