text: Trappin work, bando
  Money callin, bank roll
  Always ballin, I flex ho
  I got all this damn dough 
  I got all this damn dough
  I got all this damn dough
  I got all this damn dough
  I got all this damn dough
  Margiela, nigga
  That be the hyped up
  He said that nigga
  Take her from my block 
  That be a lie
  I pull out the strap
  With infrared beam
  And turn that bitch nigga to cyclops
  Jesus piece
  With the praying hands, they cost a grip
  Gotcha main bitch all on Lil Uzi dick
  I whip and I whip
  I sip and I sip
  Coordinating some bitches on that pack
  Now they all up in my mitt
  Ima ride up in the semi
  I just talked to Kur and he riding out with me
  Kickin your door if you owe me all the Benjis
  Clip big as hell, so that old ho like a 50 piece
  Bitch nigga tendencies
  You not a friend of me
  You are not one of me
  You are my enemy
  Gettin that chopper got bitch on me
  That bitch go blaww
  Im kickin the shit with my squad like we playing soccer
  Im getting that money, to a fifty and hundred
  Im trappin and trappin
  These niggas look at me like I am their father
  Trappin work, bando
  Money callin, bank roll
  Always ballin, I flex ho
  I got all this damn dough 
  I got all this damn dough
  I got all this damn dough 
  I got all this damn dough 
  I got all this damn dough
  Shout-out to Molly, shout-out to me
  Wait! Shout-out to Phil with the lean
  Before I was rappin had low self esteem
  Now I got bad bitches all on they knees
  Now I fuck bitches that wear Maybelline
  Cant make this up, this shits not make believe
  Dre in the bushes, he plottin on niggas
  Oh my God he got a chop with a beam!
  And suckin dick, what the fuck do you mean?
  Kur is so dirty, Kur is so broke
  Stupid lil bitch I got knots in my jeans!
  Same old bitch that was callin me ugly!
  Look at her now, That bitch mouthing me clean
  I know my niggas aint coppin no pleas
  None of yall niggas cant stop for my team!
  Uh! Get what we want
  Stuntin on bitches that front
  Bitch can I fuck? No, you must wait a month
  Come on lil ho are you dumb?
  I do it big like Im Pun
  All of these rappers my sons, uh
  Case you aint know, that bitch you love
  Me and her weve ran a train, uh
  Made her our ho
  Boys know I got em, it was all love from the start
  Never show love in the dark, always show love in the light
  We mix the lean with the Sprite
  Yo bitch aint spendin the night
  Yo bitch not even my type
  Fucked her so you could get mad!
  I fucked her now you wanna fight, hah!
  Trappin work, bando
  Money callin, bank roll
  Always ballin, I flex ho
  I got all this damn dough 
  I got all this damn dough
  I got all this damn dough
  I got all this damn dough
  I got all this damn dough