Bitch, we turn up, bitch, we turn up in this bitch
Forty points, don't need assist, yeah, yeah
Run the dollar, feelin' higher than a bitch
I ain't dyin' till I'm rich, whoa, yeah

I need all the loot, yeah, I ain't finna lose, yeah
Workin' like a slave, boy, I ain't got no noose, yeah
350 on the dash, and all my bills is blue
Feelin' well-connected like I just hit the Bluetooth

24 car garage, that's a lot of cars 20M's, out of state, bitch, I'm livin' large
Bitch, I'm ridin' through the roof, level with the stars
Make some money with the team, I've been goin' hard

Making that money go stupid, she feel in love with my Cuban
She tryna rock my chain She wanna be part of the gang
Now they screamin', screamin' double cup, I'm leanin
Hit that bitch one time, and now she callin' back, she fiendin

Turnin' up the heat, and now I feel like I'm in Phoenix
I just popped some pills, now I feel like I been geekin
Geeked, geeked, bitch, I stay geeked
Better proceed with caution, man, I'm in this bitch with springs

Bitch, we turn up, bitch, we turn up in this bitch
Forty points, don't need a six, yeah, yeah
Run the dollar, feelin' higher than a bitch
I ain't dyin' till I'm rich, whoa, yeah

I need all the loot, yeah, I ain't finna lose, yeah
Workin' like a slave, boy, I ain't got no noose, yeah
350 on the dash, and all my bills is blue
Feelin' well-connected like I just hit the Bluetooth

I'm in all black, I feel like a villain, hmm, hmm, hmm
I'm in a volcano, that's my villa, hmm, hmm
Look at my diamonds, this shit ain't rented
I got that money, I took it to Fendi

I got that cash, I got plenty
That bitch so bad, she told me to sign these
Yeah, that lil' bitch had a double D
I fuck that bitch in the double tree

Shoot at a nigga, commit a treason
I got a taste for fightin' things
Bitch, we turn up, bitch, we turn up in this bitch
Forty points, don't need assist, yeah, yeah

Run the dollar, feelin' higher than a bitch
I ain't dyin' till I'm rich, whoa, yeah
I need all the loot, yeah, I ain't finna lose, yeah
Workin' like a slave, boy, I ain't got no noose, yeah

Three-fifty on the dash, and all my bills is blue
Feelin' well-connected like I just hit the Bluetooth