Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay, okay
Okay, okay
Look, I had to back it up, back it up
I had to stack it up
I'm hittin' the road and I'm packin' up
Fake vibes, they be actin' up
30 ounce in a double cup
We goin' 200, so buckle up
Told lil shawty to suck it up
Pass me the lean, I chug it up
Make a few m's and I run it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up to the party, we all know what we gon' do
Shawty see me countin' money, I think she want blues
And I'm like, fuck that
Hop in the whip, and hop back in the stu'
Dropped a few bands on a couple of shoes
They cannot do what I do
I got racks up to the ceiling, yeah
My money touchin' the roof
Yeah, the menace the best, the rest is the worst
Yeah, that is the truth
Like, look at my lyrics and look at my flow
Yeah, it's gettin' too smooth
Callin' me Batman like I'm Bruce
They cannot make all the money produced
Come and get these diamonds if you can
They know all my chains hang loose
TRO goin' up, what's the news?
I might pull up in a Bentley and a coupe
Look, I had to back it up, back it up
I had to stack it up
I'm hittin' the road and I'm packin' up
Fake vibes, they be actin' up
30 ounce in a double cup
We goin' 200, so buckle up
Told lil shawty to suck it up
Pass me the lean, I chug it up