I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it This bankroll got hundreds and fifties All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed My palms consistently itching Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis Back to back Maybachs

Count my green (my green) Or get in between (those titties) Like my women (like what?) Thick and pretty (pretty and thick) Like my money (woo) Thick and pretty (thick and pretty) Money and bad bitches Hundreds and fiftiesfifties (fifties) Bitches with titties

Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch Throwing hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds Throwing hundreds, hundreds, rack city bitch rack rack city bitch Hundreds, hundreds rack city bitch rack rack city bitch

Trap, trap, trap, trap I've been riding 'round in a coupe Trapped out in a coupe Riding 'round witcha boo Louis on, Jimmy Choo's Yeah I'm faded, yeah she faded Riding 'round through the city All these hundreds and fiftiesfifties

Shit I gotta go and get a bag Gotta go and get a bag Wake up in the morning I gotta go and get a bag Momma need it real bad I gotta go and get a bag (bag, bag) Twenties, fifties, hundreds Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat She's a movie, but means nothing to me