Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (QRN, yeah)
(Dougie on that beat)

Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin´ hard, I can´t fold
Hellcat, I´ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango
Plug talk my lingo ´cause we get ´em in, then we get ´em gone
Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell ´em pour a cup of mud with us
I´ma go out like a thug nigga
I ain´t nothin´ like them fuck niggas
´Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)
Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)

Lamb´ truck, call it lambchop, go real fast like, "Vroom, skrrt"

Nine out of ten by the damn mall, that´s his dog my man murdered
Gucci, Fendi, my damn circle
Know that we got plenty, I ain´t worried
Sixteen hundred my damn jersey
We come through shootin´ like Steph Curry
I need a rich bitch in my lifestyle so we could cop a house in Vegas
On some real shit, I need it right now, my trap houses ain´t vacant
I´m talkin´ lights out with the ice out, get some rollerblades and we skatin´
Tell them pussy niggas better pipe down ´cause they murdered one of my niggas
Tell them pussy niggas better pipe down, never heard of none of y´all niggas
And the wrist lookin´ like right now, pull your your skirt off for these Benjis

I´ma skrrt off in that Bentley
Uh, I just wanna fuck her with my shirt off on that Remy
Uh, I just wanna fuck her with my shirt off on that Remy

Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin´ hard, I can´t fold
Hellcat, I´ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango
Plug talk my lingo ´cause we get ´em in, then we get ´em gone
Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell ´em pour a cup of mud with us
I´ma go out like a thug nigga
I ain´t nothin´ like them fuck niggas
´Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)

Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)

I don´t trust a bitch for nothin´, baby, what you see in me?
I don´t trust a bitch for nothin´, why your phone on DND?
I want her in Fendi sneaks, fuck her all in a BNB
I´m the boss like TNT, Audemars cost a fifty-piece
Soon as you walk out, baby, I´m in it
Who I fuck with none of your business
Grind real hard, tryna run up these Benjis
I don´t give a fuck, hell yeah, I´m trickin´
I don´t give a fuck if they say I´m trippin´
I wanna feel like I´m playin´ a scrimmage

Bitch, you play, so I´m keepin´ my distance
Smokin´ on green, got me rollin´ up spinach
She a real bad bitch, gotta keep it one million
Talkin´ back in eighth grade, now I got one million
My lil´ dog in the back, he be grippin´ extensions
I´m in my bag, no, not in my feelings
In this new Hellcat, every corner, I´m bendin´
These niggas be mad ´cause they know that I´m winnin´
I kept it real from the very beginning
So I´ll keep it true to the motherfuckin´ ending

Bankroll after bankroll, I been grindin´ hard, I can´t fold
Hellcat, I´ma paint it orange, this a Supercharger, call it mango

Plug talk my lingo ´cause we get ´em in, then we get ´em gone
Plug talk my lingo, cop a hundred bags off a ringtone (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell ´em pour a cup of mud with us
I´ma go out like a thug nigga
I ain´t nothin´ like them fuck niggas
´Cause I grew up with the drug dealers (Yeah)
Knock the boy from out the park, call it home run (Yeah)
I just wanna give a million dollars to my homeboys (QRN)