text: The Martianz
  Yeah
  Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans 
  Aint even room for the P’s, I make her hollar for me 
  Told him, Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free
  I hit the stu with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah
  I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah
  Im speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin’, where you get that?
  Your jewelry fake thats a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach
  Pull up like where is my kit-kat?
  My niggas whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous
  We dont do nothing but pay cash
  Make sure yall niggas alive when youre in the same room
  Whole time you workin 9-5, except you out late too, yeah
  The reason that you keep on trippin is cause’ you ain’t lace shoes
  I dont be trippin’ on internet bullshit cause all of that shit was some fake news
  Who got the suicide-suicide doors, some models at the crib and they naked on the floor
  Walkin around on the tip of they toes, but dont call her phone, she get done by the bros
  ’Cause you know the code, Im just gonna hit it and go
  Cant show a love to a hoe
  She took the low, my neck and wrist on froze
  She took my heart so low
  I dont wanna leave no stain
  I dont wanna hear no lame
  I didnt mean to break my bank
  Then I went and got some more drip
  I didnt mean to pour this drink
  But Ive never meant to stay in this place
  Wish it never wouldve caught that case
  Well leave that for the blame
  Yeah
  Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans
  Aint even room for the Ps, I make her hollar for me
  Told him, Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free
  I hit the stu with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah
  I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah
  Im speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin, where you get that?
  Your jewelry fake thats a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach
  Pull up like where is my cake at?
  My niggas whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous
  We dont do nothing but pay cash
  We dont do nothing but pay cash
  Now I just pulled up in a Maybach
  Ima bust on that bitch, where her face at?
  Ima fuck around, give her a face tat
  All these drugs we can never relapse
  Smokin gas always keep a good batch
  Lil shorty got an attitude, Im gonna calm it down with a couple racks
  Thirteen hundred for a Amiri jeans
  We be drippin like a pint of lean
  I can tell you wasnt on the team
  Lame nigga didnt make the league
  Feel the love, but they envy me with the topshotters, Im an MVP
  Got straight heat from my enemies
  They can get deceased, be a memory
  Saint Laurent purse for the queen, I got some racks in my jeans
  Aint even room for the Ps, I make her hollar for me
  Told him, Might need some beats, send me a pack for the free
  I hit the stu with the team, everyone of us a king, yeah
  I hit recline and I sit back, never take a break, no KitKat, yeah-yeah
  Im speaking nothing but big facts, where you goin, where you get that?
  Your jewelry fake thats a big cap, 5% tint on the Maybach
  Pull up like where is my cake at?
  My niggas whippin the foreigns, our pockets enormous
  We dont do nothing but pay cash