[Hook]

If she ain't focused on that bag I don't her (I don't need her!)
If she ain't focused on the cash then I leave her (then I leave her!)
Yeah I'm bout my fuckin' racks yeah I need 'em (bands!)
Yeah I'm spendin' all this cash I don't see 'em (band bands!)

If she ain't focused on that bag I don't her (I don't need her!)
If she ain't focused on the cash then I leave her (then I leave her!)
Yeah I'm bout my fuckin' racks yeah I need 'em (Yeah I need 'em!)
Yeah I'm spendin' all this cash I don't see 'em (band bands!)

[Verse]

Meet a bitch, bought a bag, Hood rich, with the ass
I might pull up in that Coupe, I might swerve off in a Jag
I be cashin' (?) I be cashin' out that sack
I be cashin' with a foreign, yeah you know my bitches bad

Yeah I stay up designer Louie but I still sag
Dio shirt, niggas mad, Who is you, you lookin' sad
Probably cause you niggas sad, probably cus you niggas broke
I hit the trap and get a bag, all these other niggas jokes

White bitch she like coke, black bitch she smoke dope
Asian bitch she bring me money, I be selling bitches hope
I ain't sellin' bitches coke, but I'm servin' out the pan
With my bro, he got a chopper, we gon' send a hundred rounds

[Bridge]

Yeah, yeah

Circle 5 (tag)

[Verse 2]

We gon' send a hundred shots, we gon' pull up on your block
We gon' pull up with them mops, we gon' pull up fuck the cops
I'm gon' pull up with a beam, I'm gon' pull up with my team
I'mma pull up looking clean, I'mma pull up with them bands
They be bustin out my sleeve, (?) 7 on my sleeve
I ain't fuckin wit no rats but you know I'm bout my cheese
I'mma pull up with a glizzy and its bustin' out my jeans
I'mma count a couple bands, now she wanna ride with me