[Intro] Wear a belt
Yeah you already know what the fuck going on
*Think it's a game?*
Yeah let's get money this shit funny
Bruh, I told you
Lemme tell my shit on that

[Chorus] Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain't yo help (yeah, yeah)
And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah)
And I heard my strikes, I could've been a ref- (yeah, yeah)
The way cook don't [?] in a chef (yeah, yeah)
And I'm ballin' real hard bitch, I might get a [?] (yeah, yeah)
And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah)
Ay, ha ha

[Verse 1] I don't give a doodie like bb
It's a street sweep
In a wagon, it's a big jeep
This ain't no G
Fuck her in the cell like meet me
'Cause she a neat freak
In the streets
I was knee deep
I was knee deep
I got [?] on my white tee
You can go skii
And I know these n*gga's don't like me
Bro wanna post me
And I pop that shit like mhm, like mhm
Yeah she on my dick like mhm, she like mhm

[Verse 2] [Chorus] Ay, I got big racks in my pocket, I need a belt
And I did it all on my own, ain't yo help (yeah, yeah)
And it smell like money man, even when I belch (yeah, yeah)
And I heard my strikes, I could've been a ref- (yeah, yeah)
The way cook don't [?] in a chef (yeah, yeah)
And I'm ballin' real hard bitch, I might get a [?] (yeah, yeah)
And I got it right now, I don't give a fuck about who next (yeah, yeah)