Told my bro roll a 'Wood We gon' spark that shit up Its gon' take all the pain away I'm stuck in my past My brothers they passed Look at my kicks Spanish bitch all on my dick Rollie, gon' ice out my wrist It cost a brick Baby, this not counterfeit

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem (True) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it Hold up! Bitches simmer down (uh) Takin' hella

Tone that shit down Wop, wop, wop, wop Tell me who can ball like this Y'ain't neva ball like this Tone that shit down (oh why) Weak nigga, ball like this Wop, wop, wop, wop (yeah) Might steal your bitch VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)

Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my (bitch better have my) Pay me what you owe me Like bra, bra, bra Louis XIII, and it's all on me, nigga, you just bought a shot Kamikaze, if you think that you gon' knock me off the top Shit, your wife in

Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh I do this shit on a daily, yeah I do this shit

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

If it ain't about the money Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga Better behave: you dealin' with some rich niggas Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide Multiplying and I pray to God we never die This is for the soldiers that see the sun at midnight, ya dig Let me slow down

Tote a pole, tote a pole, tote a pole 1400, bitch, you know I tote a pole With 6ix9ine, bitch, you know we tote them poles You talk down, we gon' let that shit go Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow Got the scope, got the scope, got the scope .223's

I pulled up in some shit that make yo bitch go crazy (skrt, skrt) I ain't gotta like her pics, she know a nigga wavy (hey, hey) Ice, water on my wrist that's why these niggas hate me (water, splash) Gotta keep a strap, can't let these niggas play me Ice,