| In the Hellcat it be goin |
| Got a bad bitch she be blowin' |
| But you already know that |
| We heard he broke that’s so sad |
| We pull a Hemi it just like drag |
| I wanna know what really got you mad |
| We know you ain’t gettin' no money, nigga that’s what really got you sad |
| We know that his pockets be hurtin' yeah' we know that lil boy down bad |
| Got a ARP with a mag |
| I done fell in love with the cash |
| I like SRTs and Jag’s |
| Like baby I don’t mean to brag |
| Hopped in this shit went fast |
| Ion really care about the cash |
| Like God don’t take my last |
| They used to love me in the past |
| In the Trackhawk, say track |
| Them bullets gon' put your new nigga on his back |
| Like how could you lack? That shit so sad |
| Play up in this bitch and get a toe tag |
| Like how could you lack? That shit so sad |
| They keep lackin' in this bitch might get a toe tag |
| That lil boy ain’t gettin' no money that shit so sad |
| XD45 put him on his ass |
| Can’t come around, give a boy no pass |
| I’m too old left them niggas in the past, ay |
| She do whatever I say, might buy that hoe a new bag |
| We in the H with them K’s and them Drac’s nigga you do the math |
| Sippin' on too much drank, lil nigga I had to relax, ay |
| Got a ARP with a mag |
| These lil niggas be mad |
| His pockets they goin out sad |
| In the Trackhawk doin the dash |
| Ayy, blue hunnits they can’t fold up |
| Its too late his hoe done chose up |
| I might go and cop a Rolls truck |
| Dat boy cuffin these hoes yea he too toed up |
| Guess what she gon' fuck me cause my neck my wrist is froze up, like so what |
| I ran up lil nigga just like I’m the chosen one |
| I told lil Jace just stay down cause you know we finna go up |