text: Yeah
  Yeah yeah
  Young Jefe holmes
  Yeah
  Run that back Turbo
  Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
  You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
  And she soaking wet, she drippin, goddamn
  My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan
  Girl you need a man, and he need them bands
  And yall need a plan, and yall cant be playin
  Do you understand, what the fuck that Im sayin?
  Do you understand, yeah yeah, what the fuck that Im sayin?
  Its a new day, Im makin plays 
  Here come Young Jefe, get out of my way 
  Ghost ridin the Wraith, she said its not safe 
  Two bands on my shirts, bitch get out of my face 
  Girl cant you see its a lot on my plate? 
  Girl cant you see that they lyin, they fake? 
  Im makin money, not makin mistakes 
  Already dont like me, I know they gon hate 
  She fuck me good, just like she should 
  She fix me breakfast and roll me a Wood
  Aint leavin never, and thats understood
  Really respect her when she in the hood 
  Really respect her when she in the mall 
  Gucci my letterman, thats how I ball 
  She say Im a gentleman and Im a boss 
  Girl youre so elegant, aint got a flaw 
  I’m very repellent 
  To all of my exes 
  They say that Im arrogant 
  My bitch, she intelligent 
  Im sippin on medicine 
  They cant get no evidence 
  Drastic measurement 
  This shit was heaven sent 
  Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
  You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
  And she soaking wet, she drippin, goddamn 
  My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan 
  Girl you need a man 
  And he need them bands 
  And yall need a plan 
  And yall cant be playin 
  Do you understand , what the fuck that Im sayin? 
  Do you understand, yeah yeah, what the fuck that Im sayin?
  Ayy, do you understand? 
  What the fuck that Im sayin? 
  I got money in rubber band, yeah
  I got hundreds in money bags, yeah
  In the back of the van, ooh
  I used to eat out a can, flew
  Straight from a flight to Sudan, two
  Bad lil bitches to fuck me, and no I didnt plan, the plan is
  Fuckin you in the van, and beatin it up like its MMA
  Aint cuffin no pussy thats innocent
  I fuck it and put it on better days
  And I be smellin like lemonade out a Minute Maid
  In Aventador, pull up in a door
  And its any days, put you in a daze
  Aw yeah yeah, aw yeah yeah
  Do you understand? 
  I used to hit the corner, really pitch it to you underhand 
  I hit the block on the Fourth 
  All my niggas do the most 
  Me and Glizzy like the bros
  Disappearing in the Ghost, woah
  Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
  You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
  And she soaking wet, she drippin, goddamn
  My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan
  Girl you need a man, and he need them bands
  And yall need a plan, and yall cant be playin
  Do you understand, what the fuck that Im sayin?
  Do you understand, yeah yeah, what the fuck that Im sayin?
  We need a safe, house with a lake 
  Big Body Benz, Rollie big face 
  Cartier lens, I see the fake 
  Dodgin the case, gotta escape 
  Eat every day, I keep food on the plate
  She fuck me good, wake up, feedin me grapes
  Stones in my ears, still cant hear what you say 
  Me, Jefe took the Rolls Royce outer space 
  Two stacks 220 and Im tryna race 
  She got that money, we fuck at the bank 
  Niggas turn fraud when you tell em you cant
  I order ship, Im not lettin it sink 
  You gon get rich or just live with your rank? 
  Got three or four watches, still no time to wait
  Inside lookin out, it aint all what you think
  You gon ride or die, hold me down to grave 
  Its hard paintin a picture without all the paint
  I look in your eyes and I cant see the pain 
  I just want a boss so I give her a raise 
  I know you a diamond, dont need to appraise
  You just need a hero to know that you safe
  Just met the agency, gon get me paid 
  I buy one more chain and I’m gon be a slave
  Choppers on deck, everything is on demand
  You want a check, first you gotta have a plan
  And she soaking wet, she drippin, goddamn
  My little butter pecan, yeah she got a tan
  Girl you need a man, and he need them bands
  And yall need a plan, and yall cant be playin
  Do you understand, what the fuck that Im sayin?
  Do you understand, yeah yeah, what the fuck that Im sayin?