Intro:
Woah, where am I?
Yeah, let's go
Let's go!
Chorus:
Get it back, I'ma make the money flip (Flip)
New Maybach, cost one eighty-six (Yeah)
That's in racks, why yo bitch like my drip? (Racks)
This ain't Saks, get my drugs from the fifth (What)
My money long, my team is strong
I had to get rid of some of the problems (Okay!)
I never think like that shit 'bout the dollar
Look at your chain, your jewelry look childish
Look at my neck and it still look like a fountain
I make accountants go watch my accountants (Woah)
Your girl keep on moaning, I like how it sounding
I put my new crib on top of a mountain
Verse-1:
I introduce your old girl to your new
Yeah, we had to make it do what it do (Yeah)
I got 10 bands in my jeans
Balmain religion, not these is not true (Yeah)
I put that girl on the dream
I hit it once and I made your girl cream
All of my cars, yeah them shits they all green
Got a shiny Rolls Royce like, what do you mean? (Uh)
Bank shine like I spread with that O'shea (woo)
I had to count all my fresh bills
Cause you know Imma just keep it a b
I 'member I fucked that bitch on a fast view
That was way back when I was on my teens
I could put a motherfucker lil attack you
That shit prolly would be like 15
Thousand year mixtape, fresh so clean
Yeah hit my block, get the best of me
Yeah my dough-nuts like Krispy Kreme
Got a vest on me, this a Tech on me
And I didn't even mean to talk 'bout no lean
And wire on my head like a HOV
Got thousands of crystals and this shits ain't cheap
This a grown man truck, this is not no jeep
Chorus:
Get it back, I'ma make the money flip (Flip)
New Maybach, cost one eighty-six (Yeah)
That's in racks, why yo bitch like my drip? (Racks)
This ain't Saks, get my drugs from the fifth (What)
My money long, my team is strong
I had to get rid of some of the problems (Yeah)
I never think like that shit 'bout the dollar
Look at your chain, your jewelry look childish
Look at my neck and it still look like a fountain
I make accountants go watch my accountants (Yeah)
Your girl keep on moaning, I like how it sounding
I put my new crib on top of a mountain
Verse-2:
It's all, all day
And the smoke all the way
With the work, I ain't leavin'
It's crazy, I'm tatted, I fill up my body
With angel, still with the mind of a demon
Bag lil sus, jeans feel tight
And the ass feel right in them jeans, it's the meanest
Plus I'm in love with the fact that somebody's good
But still feel the effects of the semen
I got drips on drips, I'll save it
Fell in love with a big head girl like Jeanie (Free gang)
Boss skin on the jail, who seen it?
I don't feel pain no more, I mean it (Free gang)
I found cake on the floor in the courtroom
Lately I'm cruel with the shits, don't cross me
Packing a tool with a grip, get 'em off me
Hopefully you with the shits bounce off me
I been on my own time, can't wait
Might hit once, right ice, no Bape
Four pound long with your nose on more
Like Kobe when he balled with the eight
No, I'm more like Pratt on ice when I skate
At work, got Chris in the pot, that's gang
On Crip but it's not gon' bang
They don't talk work on the Westside, kay? (Baker)
Chorus:
Get it back, I'ma make the money flip (Flip)
New Maybach, cost one eighty-six (Yeah)
That's in racks, why yo bitch like my drip? (Racks)
This ain't Saks, get my drugs from the fifth (What)
My money long, my team is strong
I had to get rid of some of the problems (Yeah)
I never think like that shit 'bout the dollar
Look at your chain, your jewelry look childish
Look at my neck and it still look like a fountain
I make accountants go watch my accountants (Yeah)
Your girl keep on moaning, I like how it sounding
I put my new crib on top of a mountain
