[Intro]
(I'm workin' on dying)
Listen (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
[Refrain]
Look at my shoes, them jawns Double C
And I pulled up my whip and that shit a big B
Look at my wrist, that's a Patek Phillippe
I'm splashing in fashion, I'm swaggin' for weeks (Let's go)
My Lambo' so soft, let me fuck in the seats
My plug don't speak English, that nigga speak greek (Yeah)
I just went to Vegas, I stayed at Venetia
I flew out your bitch and I made her release (Woah)
[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho (Patch)
I got racks, ho (I got racks), I got racks, ho (Them racks)
I got racks, ho (Them racks), I got racks, ho (Big racks)
I got racks, ho (Them racks), I got racks, ho
They tried to 187 on my niggas but we got right back, bro (Bah)
These niggas keep talkin' shit, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro
Pop around and get slappеd, bro (You get slapped)
Pull up with mini MAC, bro (With the MAC)
And I had put so many bricks in thе trunk, it probably break my axle (Let's go)
[Verse 1]
Let's go, okay, money come in 'cause I am a boss (Woo)
I fuck your bitch, ya bitch wanna fuck (Woo)
I told her, "No," she had to get out (Woo)
I am a boss, I told her enough (Woo)
I got the guap, I got the cheese (Woo)
I got that bitch on me, she on her knees (Woo)
I'm smokin' gas so I look Japanese (Woo)
Look at my life, yeah this shit is too easy
Clean 'em off, diamonds so wet, man, I swear I need a squeegee (A squeegee)
I pull up in a fast car, I swear these niggas, they can never leave me (Vroom)
Look at that ho, she think she smart, this bitch tryna trick me (Damn)
I fuck from the back, I got her wheezing, she need a treatment (Damn)
Say that money don't grow on trees, but I got these bitches leavin' (Yeah, yeah)
From lame niggas, 'cause these bitches changing just like seasons
I'm overseas, got cocoa trees, them shits Tahitian, yeah (Damn)
Who you know pull up on you with dreads on the side with a [?]
[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
I got racks, ho, I got racks, ho
They tried to 187 on my niggas but we got right back, bro (We got right back)
These niggas keep talkin' shit, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro (They gon' get taxed)
Pop around and get slapped, bro
Pull up with mini MAC, bro
And I had to put so many bricks in the trunk, it probably break my axle
[Verse 2]
Let's go, um, I, I, I, I, go to the club and I make it rain, yeah
I get the money above me, yeah
I fuck your bitch, she in pain, yeah
Said I'm fresh as a peppermint, no, fresh as a candy cane, yeah (Yeah)
Bad bitch sniff cocaine, yeah, that bitch not in my lane, yeah (Not in my lane)
Four-hundred-thousand on a chain, yeah, leave it tucked in, money ain't a thing, yeah (Money ain't a thing)
Diamonds all in my rings, yeah, say diamonds gon' hide my shame, yeah
I ain't shamin' nothin', man, you niggas pussy, y'all ain't bangin' nothin' (Yeah)
You ain't been to the hood, can't relate to nothin'
Watch my niggas pull up and they get to bustin'
Watch my niggas pull up and they get to bustin'
Oh, you know some shit? Eh
Oh, you know some shit? Yeah (Oh, you know some shit?)
Oh, you know some shit? Yeah (Oh, you know some shit?)
Oh, you know some shit? Yeah (Oh, you know some shit?)
Oh, you know some shit? Yeah (What? What?)
Oh, you know some shit? Let's go (Oh no)
[Chorus]
Old school Saint Laurent with the patch, ho (With the patch)
I got racks, ho (I got racks), I got racks, ho (I got racks)
I got racks, ho (I got racks), I got racks, ho (I got racks)
I got racks, ho (I got racks), I got racks, ho (Woo, yeah, yeah)
They tried to 187 on my niggas but we got right back, bro (We got right back)
These niggas keep talkin' shit, we gonna run into em', they get taxed, bro (They gon' get taxed)
Pop around and get slapped, bro (You gon' get slapped)
Pull up with mini MAC, bro (Pull out the MAC)
And I had to put so many bricks in the trunk, it probably break my axle (Might break my axle)
[Refrain]
Look at my shoes, them jawns Double C
I pulled up my whip and that shit a big B
Look at my wrist, that's a Patek Phillippe
I'm splashing in fashion, I'm swaggin' for weeks
My Lambo' so slow, let me fuck in the seats
My plug don't speak English, that nigga speak greek
I just went to Vegas, I stayed at Venetia
I flew out your bitch and I made her release (Yeah)
[Outro]
I got racks, ho, yeah, I got racks
