text: Run that back, Turbo
  Baguetties in my wristwatch 
  All this ice, I gotta keep that thing cocked 
  I got rich and brought some rack racks to my old block 
  Yeah, that pussy always tellin, you a whole cop 
  Bentley Continental, got my bitch parked in it 
  Midnight blue, but it look black with all the windows tinted 
  Bitch, we play for keeps, thats why the whole team winnin 
  My hood to your hood, then on the road to these millions 
  Hit the road for the millions
  Tryna link up with real niggas and solid killers thats tryna get it
  I been fuckin on lil bitch for a lil minute, she know Im a real one
  And niggas be speakin that gangster shit, but when it come time, they aint with it
  I spin your block about lil Gunna, he told me
  Gotta get inside of my bag, gotta get that cash, I gotta stack it fast
  Ima water whip that dope, I dont do the glass
  When you come, trap really tax 
  Had to make five bricks turn to ten, that lil nigga know magic
  Fuckin on a Hollywood bitch but a nigga love that ratchet 
  And I sent Baby and Gunna a text, dont leave without that ratchet 
  And that Bape black, cost a dub, with a Caddy to match it
  Slide through traffic, shippin that work through
  Got real killers thatll murk you
  With some old killers on that dog food, free Ralo, huh
  Baguetties in my wristwatch 
  All this ice, I gotta keep that thing cocked 
  I got rich and brought some rack racks to my old block 
  Yeah, that pussy always tellin, you a whole cop 
  Bentley Continental, got my bitch parked in it 
  Midnight blue, but it look black with all the windows tinted 
  Bitch, we play for keeps, thats why the whole team winnin 
  My hood to your hood, then on the road to these millions 
  We washin cash like a laundry 
  Poppin tags, my Goyard bag hold two hundred 
  CTSV on my last, dash say two hundred 
  Piece I buy, it look like glass, dance with these pointers 
  Throw the bands up in Onyx 
  He play with me and my mans, then your fam gon get punished 
  Lil Marlo pull up in a Lam, still sell yams to your buddies 
  Bank cards on me like I scam, know damn well I got money
  Richard Mille, I got it flooded
  Pussy on GunWunna, man, yeah, your ho love me
  You remember I had that Cutlass, it had Forgis, not the bunnies 
  We came up from nothin, now look, we worth a fortune
  One-of-one shit customized, Young GunWunn done done it
  Baguetties in my wristwatch 
  All this ice, I gotta keep that thing cocked 
  I got rich and brought some rack racks to my old block 
  Yeah, that pussy always tellin, you a whole cop 
  Bentley Continental, got my bitch parked in it 
  Midnight blue, but it look black with all the windows tinted 
  Bitch, we play for keeps, thats why the whole team winnin 
  My hood to your hood, then on the road to these millions