I can't feel my face, uh, I can't feel my legs, uh

Too busy, I'm countin' up bread, uh

You can get hit with the lead, yeah

I'm with a freak - right now, she tryna give me head

I ain't Gunna, but I'm pushin' P, yeah, I'll never leave my mans

Can I geek up in this -?

Just give me my bread, I'm - these -

I don't give a - 'bout this -, uh

I jump on the stage, I'm rockin' these shows

Get money and turn around quick, uh

No matter the rain, no matter the snow, I'm keepin' that - on my hip

I promise I'm makin' 'em dip

I want some money, that's it

My - like Harley and -, uh

- Get popped like a zit, uh

Money on money, I'm rich, uh

I put Chanel on my -, uh

I just spent 10 on my -

I just spent 10 on my fit, uh

You don't get money like this, uh

Love your -, I cannot, I pour fours in my pop

Can you take me to my cell? I can't fold, I cannot

I can't even tell the time, all these diamonds in my watch

And I'm always on my grind, you can call me Tony Hawk

Yeah, do she really want me or do she want me for the fame?

Got cash, got racks and now she gon' scream my name

I'm with you, stay solid

Your jewelry be so flawless

You a snake, it's so obvious

Only want me 'cause I'm poppin', yeah

They say, "Oh, my God, he hard"

Bag Goyard

Said she - with me, should've said that from the start

Raf Simons, Louis V, my budget - large, that - large

You got cash on you (yeah)

You got a bag on you (yeah)

You got racks on you (yeah)

You got - on you (yeah)

What you do when you ain't got nowhere to go?

Yeah, I'm missin' you, I had to let you know

Yeah, I had to let you know

I can't trust no -, yeah, it is what it is

Model -, she bad, lil' shawty live in the Hills

Yeah, these - get badder and badder

I'ma hit, then leave you after

Can't stay, that - like bad luck

I been focused on gettin' my racks up

Yeah, you get fly, you just don't get flyer than me (flyer than me...)

This - burnt out, why the - is she lyin' on me? (Lyin' on me...)

Jeep Trackhawk, I hit the gas, watch me tear up the street

(Tear up the street...)

Yeah, watch me tear up the street (tear up the street)

I can't feel my face, uh, I can't feel my legs, uh

Too busy, I'm countin' up bread, uh

You can get hit with the lead, yeah

I'm with a freak - right now, she tryna give me head

I ain't Gunna, but I'm pushin' P, yeah, I'll never leave my mans

(Leave my mans)