I'm countin' money (Yeah), I pulled up fly as a ♥♥♥♥♥ (Ha)
I stand tall like—
I pour that rock, straight Christian (Huh)
You got to sit back and listen
Look at your cup, what you sippin'? Ha (What's in your cup?)
I know you sippin' on green, ha
Know you take one for the team
I'm finna pop that bean, she take off her jeans
Yeah, now she one for the streets
Why the ♥♥♥♥ she hittin' me? I don't mean it
I know this ho for the streets
No, you can't swag like me (No)
No, you can’t pour like me (You not)
I know you can't pop like me (Huh, let's go)
I pulled up like three deep (Uh-huh)
I'm countin' in M's in my sleep (Countin' Ms)
Double cross stitch on my jeans (Uh)
We put that boy on a t-shirt
Racks stand tall, you're the bleachers (Uh, uh)
Pop, free game
They don't even slide, don't bend no blocks, huh, nah
Chasin' that smoke with the Wock' on rocks, yeah
Big-body Benz with the Chrome Hearts socks
I just might come to your city with yo' ♥♥♥♥♥ (You know it)
She wanna come see me outside (What's up, bae?)
Keys on me, took the whip outside (Yeah)
Suckin' my ♥♥♥♥, got the tip outside (Where you at?)
I poured an eight and I almost died (Yeah)
Count up a hundred, I almost cried

♥♥♥♥♥, I popped out, got the bands on me
Maybach truck, yeah, ridin' two seat (Damn)
Huh, huh, ridin' luxury
Big hundred racks, God thumbin' me
Goyard bag, hold sixty racks (Uh)
And this money for sure, ♥♥♥♥♥, yeah, that's a fact
We throwin' racks in a booby trap (Huh)
I'm up in the Trackhawk, boy, it'll hit your cap (Yeah, uh)

And I'm at that pharm', see that Wock' on the shelf (Come on)
Brand new pint, ♥♥♥♥♥, fresh off the shelf
When it comes to the bands, I don't need no help (Uh-huh)
I don't trust ♥♥♥♥♥♥, so I be by myself
Oxy', codeine, you could pick my health
How the ♥♥♥♥ I stay doin' this ♥♥♥♥? (Turn up)
I hate wake up, still feelin' that Tris (I rely on some drugs and some drank)

Yeah, yeah
I still feel that Tris, yeah

First, let me hop out the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' Porsche
You don't wanna hit my cup, 'cause it's too much gettin' poured up
Yeah, I still feel that Tris (Feel it)
Yeah, I still feel that Tris (I do; feel that Tris)
Yeah, old ♥♥♥♥♥, she do tricks (Do tricks)
On the ♥♥♥♥ (The ♥♥♥♥), please hop out my ♥♥♥♥

This Oxy' kinda numb with the Tris, yeah
Lil' ♥♥♥♥♥ know I'm stupid lit (Uh-huh)
I just iced out my whole wrist (Uh)
Lil' ♥♥♥♥♥, huh, come eat this ♥♥♥♥ (Uh)

Yeah, I spent down with your ♥♥♥♥♥ (I do it)
I do it and do it again (Do it)
Yeah, I got your ♥♥♥♥♥ tryin' new ♥♥♥♥ (Uh-huh)
She wanna suck my ♥♥♥♥ with the cool whip (♥♥♥♥ it, let's go)

Let's get it, let's do it again
I take this ho and her friend (Ooh)
They call each other twin
♥♥♥♥♥, where do I begin?

♥♥♥♥ it, let's spin that back (We on)
I'm finna spin that block in the back of the 'Bach (Yeah)
Let's throw that bag in a brand new truck, oh yeah
♥♥♥♥♥ hella trash, she can kiss my ass (Yeah, hell nah)

Yeah, I'm high as hell (Yeah), yeah, I'm high as hell
Yeah, I'm still off dope (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ♥♥♥♥♥)
In that Maybach, ♥♥♥♥♥, turn super fast, ♥♥♥♥♥, like a boat, huh

Red dot on the chop' (Red)
I see red when I'm on they block (Oh, uh)
Shoot, but they ain't dead
Know this ♥♥♥♥ way out of stock
My ♥♥♥♥♥ called me, count that box
Come on, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
I still feel that Tris, yeah
I still feel that Tris, lil' ♥♥♥♥♥
I do