(Desire, bitch, haha) whew, huh, yeah

I run my money too high
This rap shit made me a lot, yeah
These niggas really be cops
He don't get money, it's obvious
That nigga bummy as hell
Tryna back door his partners
My nigga he was just here
Ay, we was just robbin'
She know we poppin'
Yeah, now we keep a rocket, yeah
Now I just talk my shit 'cause I'm poppin'
Yeah, and now all these niggas just watchin'
Walk up in Saks
You know that bitch up in my pocket
Yeah, I had to cop it, yeah
New Goyard wallet