Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (QRN, yeah) (Dougie on that beat) Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin' hard, I can't fold Hellcat, I'ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango Plug talk my lingo 'cause we get 'em in, then we get 'em gone Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Tell 'em pour a cup of mud with us I'ma go out like a thug nigga I ain't nothin' like them fuck niggas 'Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah) Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah) I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN) Lamb' truck, call it lambchop, go real fast like, "Vroom, skrrt" Nine out of ten by the damn mall, that's his dog my man murdered Gucci, Fendi, my damn circle Know that we got plenty, I ain't worried Sixteen hundred my damn jersey We come through shootin' like Steph Curry I need a rich bitch in my lifestyle so we could cop a house in Vegas On some real shit, I need it right now, my trap houses ain't vacant I'm talkin' lights out with the ice out, get some rollerblades and we skatin' Tell them pussy niggas better pipe down 'cause they murdered one of my niggas Tell them pussy niggas better pipe down, never heard of none of y'all niggas And the wrist lookin' like right now, pull your your skirt off for these Benjis I'ma skrrt off in that Bentley Uh, I just wanna fuck her with my shirt off on that Remy Uh, I just wanna fuck her with my shirt off on that Remy Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin' hard, I can't fold Hellcat, I'ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango Plug talk my lingo 'cause we get 'em in, then we get 'em gone Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Tell 'em pour a cup of mud with us I'ma go out like a thug nigga I ain't nothin' like them fuck niggas 'Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah) Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah) I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN) I don't trust a bitch for nothin', baby, what you see in me? I don't trust a bitch for nothin', why your phone on DND? I want her in Fendi sneaks, fuck her all in a BNB I'm the boss like TNT, Audemars cost a fifty-piece Soon as you walk out, baby, I'm in it Who I fuck with none of your business Grind real hard, tryna run up these Benjis I don't give a fuck, hell yeah, I'm trickin' I don't give a fuck if they say I'm trippin' I wanna feel like I'm playin' a scrimmage Bitch, you play, so I'm keepin' my distance Smokin' on green, got me rollin' up spinach She a real bad bitch, gotta keep it one million Talkin' back in eighth grade, now I got one million My lil' dog in the back, he be grippin' extensions I'm in my bag, no, not in my feelings In this new Hellcat, every corner, I'm bendin' These niggas be mad 'cause they know that I'm winnin' I kept it real from the very beginning So I'll keep it true to the motherfuckin' ending Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin' hard, I can't fold Hellcat, I'ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango Plug talk my lingo 'cause we get 'em in, then we get 'em gone Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Tell 'em pour a cup of mud with us I'ma go out like a thug nigga I ain't nothin' like them fuck niggas 'Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah) Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah) I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)