text: Lyrics from Snippets
  I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun 
  For every mil I pop a pill, I do that shit til Im dumb 
  I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one 
  Smokin a pack, full of that gas, almost lost my lung 
  I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk
  1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon hunt 
  FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk 
  You keep tryna make me one cup but you cant pour my love 
  You should enjoy your whole day cause I am good, my love 
  I knew you need your many friends but you needed my thugs
  Both of my pockets got stuffed
  Bank account tryna keep up
  I can never go bankrupt
  I fucked your bitch in the tub 
  I dont believe in good luck 
  Girl if you like it or not
  She never slept in my house
  Hit it ten times my own Bentley truck, yeah
  , yeah
  Smoke top of my lungs, yeah
  I get my money so crazy 
  I get my motives from Bloods, yeah
  What you know bout having luck?
   from my other side
   from my mothers side
  Dont got no from my brothers side
  I will give you almost everything
  You know that bitch is like some of mine 
  Rockin VETEMENTS from the summer line
  And you know it is the Wintertime 
  I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun 
  For every mil I pop a pill, I do that shit til Im dumb 
  I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one 
  Smokin the back, full of that gas, almost lost my lung 
  I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk 
  1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon run 
  FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk 
  You keep tryna make me one cup but you cant throw my love 
  You keep tryna make me one cup but you cant throw my love
  You keep tryna make me come but you cant buy my love
  Girl need cake, my , my queen 
  She wanna fuck my team, hit my main bitch just for the link
  I said fuck your team, we pulled up 
  Nigga dont want no beef, Ive never ever give you a 
  As far as I go for my bean, she sniff coke, catch a feelin
  Yeah she not got money, 
  Girl, you too funny, she can carry me 
  All of my stocks on trees, theres no way Ill Muhammad Ali
  All of my are blessed, your bitch overseas
  Chanel paint my McLaren, look like B’s 
  I get the bands, count the blue cheese, I do that shit for fun 
  For every mil I pop a pill, I do that shit til Im dumb 
  I got your girl, she at my crib, that was a one-on-one 
  Smokin the back, full of that gas, almost lost my lung 
  I just want cash, need a gas mask, this shit smell like skunk 
  1600, got a couple opps in this city and they all gon run 
  FN 57 all on my waist, no need for me to pop the trunk 
  You keep tryna make me one cup but you cant throw my love