Cappin’ like you up
Boy, stop it
If it puts some money in my pockets
Then a bitch can’t knock it
I work a nine-to-five for that first deposit
Spend it on some Pink Runtz
Break it down, re-up
Touch down, back in the city
Now the fee up
Tap in, talkin’ numbers while the plane land
Backends get sent when I’m back to the crib
Just gave you a blueprint to make a quick ten

Say you having motion
Boy, you gon’ have to show me
Don’t think you the owner
Niggas saying that you owe ‘em
He think he that nigga just ‘cause
All the hoes want ‘em
They just like that Hellcat
Whole time it’s a stoley
Imma need six feet
I’m clocking yo’ receipts
Already got the tea
You can’t bamboozle me
DMing me, saying he got what I need
Boy you need yo’ own bitch, a new hustle, and a lease

Cappin’ like you up
Boy, stop it
If it puts some money in my pockets
Then a bitch can’t knock it
I work a nine-to-five for that first deposit
Spend it on some Pink Runtz
Break it down, re-up
Touch down, back in the city
Now the fee up
Tap in, talkin’ numbers while the plane land
Backends get sent when I’m back to the crib
Just gave you a blueprint to make a quick ten

These days men ain’t even flexing for the bitches
They want these other niggas to think it’s what it isn’t
Rather be lit than rich, I don’t get it?
Still in the trenches, but yo’ kit half a ticket
Rent unpaid but your shoes twelve hundred
Blowin’ down loud with no food in your stomach
Matter of fact, fuck it
You like it? I love it
But if I was you, I wouldn’t ball on my budget

Cappin’ like you up
Boy, stop it
If it puts some money in my pockets
Then a bitch can’t knock it
I work a nine-to-five for that first deposit
Spend it on some Pink Runtz
Break it down, re-up
Touch down, back in the city
Now the fee up
Tap in, talkin’ numbers while the plane land
Backends get sent when I’m back to the crib
Just gave you a blueprint to make a quick ten