text: Oh my God, Ronny
  Yeah
  Yeah 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, ayy
  I stuff the racks in my Balmains
  Look at my wrist and my tennis chain
  Fuckin lil shawty, she lovin it
  Go get your bitch, I dont want her back
  Look in the room, she gon get attached
  Hop on the jet with a hundred stacks
  Put all the dope in the Louis bag
  Zip it up, now its a hundred packs
  Cartier watch
  Look at my diamonds, they jumpin too hot
  Hop out the drop when the door is unlocked
  Keep me a .40, that stick is on fire
  Chain, yeah, it shine like the 4th of July
  Keep me a Draco, you niggas gon diе
  If I dont make it, lil nigga, Ill try
  Hop out the doors, the Phantom is widе
  Look at my bitch and look at her new body
  The drugs is sluggy, feelin like Im Carti
  I know she a groupie, she just wanna party
  Vlone on my jeans and on my lil coat
  I bend that bitch over, I nut in her throat
  Its Richard Mille, this a plain Jane
  Fuckin that bitch til she go insane
  She callin me Mike, yeah, I beat it up
  Im slicin that dog like a dealer truck
  You niggas be hatin, dont give a fuck
  Im gettin this money, my pockets up
  My pockets up, my hoes up
  The doors up on the Bentley truck
  Hot, rich gotti, rich gotti, Ima ease my wrong
  Everybody knows where she goin
  My diamonds, they drip with tones
  Like Kevin, I got two phones
  Stackin paper on ice, its froze
  Its funny this glide is strong
  They diamonds, they drippin, they going
  My songs keep runnin up digits
  Get your bread up, nigga, no bitchin
  Got a bad ass bitch, she tinted
  Long hair, pretty nails, she did it
  Give the money all to my granny
  Its okay, shitll feed my family
  Yeah, this rap shit came in handy
  Shawty suck my dick, its candy, ooh
  I stuff the racks in my Balmains
  Look at my wrist and my tennis chain
  Fuckin lil shawty, she lovin it
  Go get your bitch, I dont want her back
  Look in the room, she gon get attached
  Hop on the jet with a hundred stacks
  Put all the dope in the Louis bag
  Zip it up, now its a hundred packs
  Yeah, give you a bag, give you a bag, give you a bag, yeah
  Sit back and relax, you better watch me count my stacks, yeah
  She wanna fuck cause she see all the hundred racks
  All of this money, can you even handle that?
  I spend this money and you know I get it back
  I dont need friends, nigga, I got bankrolls
  Im not safe, nigga, I need to lay low
  Only let her touch the bands when I say so
  Shawty a freak, yeah, I know that she faithful
  Oh, she guilty, its a case closed
  We be ridin round with the pesos
  Yeah, we shootin shit like its Halo
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, low
  Ayy, I need the racks, I need the racks today
  Yeah, I need my stacks, I need my stacks today
  Ayy, ayy, I get it right back, I get it right back today
  I do the math today, ayy, do this shit everyday
  Hold up, I got your girl and she on me
  Yeah, I got your bitch and she with the team
  Im livin where you live, in a catastrophe
  I got so much fans and they comin after me, yeah
  Oh, yeah
  Damn, BG, you made this?
  I stuff the racks in my Balmains
  Look at my wrist and my tennis chain
  Fuckin lil shawty, she lovin it
  Go get your bitch, I dont want her back
  Look in the room, she gon get attached
  Hop on the jet with a hundred stacks
  Put all the dope in the Louis bag
  Zip it up, now its a hundred packs
  Ima go home, you tellin these lies
  Ima ride for my guys and we gonna jig until we got money thats touchin the sky
  Im with some young, I never divide
  If its something that you want, you can have
  Promise Im tired of hearing these lies
  You gonna leave me or you gonna ride?
  Ima go get to that bag til I die
  Shorty got kick and she suckin me high
  She threw a touch, I dont know where she tied
  I get it lit like the 4th of July
  She all about me, Im all on that dome
  But she keep on actin like she could do wrong
  Let me see what you got, pull up to the spot
  If you wanna get jiggy, we settin the tone
  Settin the tone, no
  All she wanna do is glow, all I wanna get is dough
  Its the one game and it all on my mommy
  Cause I gotta get it some more
  She send my heart to the globe
  I only want her on the low, no
  Ive been runnin, runnin round
  You still with me? Is you down?
  But Ive been in the wild in front of my sound
  I got that drip, bitch, she drown
  Im takin no city gown, no
  I told her, Come up right now
  Now Im finna make the shawty proud
  No, no
  No 
  No, yeah, ayy
  I stuff the racks in my Balmains
  Look at my wrist and my tennis chain
  Fuckin lil shawty, she lovin it
  Go get your bitch, I dont want her back
  Look in the room, she gon get attached
  Hop on the jet with a hundred stacks
  Put all the dope in the Louis bag
  Zip it up, now its a hundred packs