I'm rocking all white air forces on my fucking feet
I had to go run my bands up like a track meet
That boy done made me mad now he twisting in his sheets
You know I'ma get that bag yeah get busy like I'm Yeat
I had to go and run my bands up, swerving in the coupe
That boy's pockets done got [Fm7]ɾanned up, now he out the loop
Got that purple drank in my [A]cup, yeah its grape juice
I love to [C7]see the money, on [C7]a mission [C7]to [C7]the loot
Yeah you [A7know that this shit is funny cuz he don't know what to [C7]do
Yeah that nigga sweet like [F]honey, but none of you [A7niggas knew
With my [A]homies we like [F]5 guys, 7-2
I was [Am7]chilling in a sky ɾise, Radisson [C7]Blu
Had to [C7]tell a nigga bye-bye, he not with my [A]crew
No no I am not the bad guy, that I had to [C7]prove
If me and [Bm]my [A]niggas drive by what you [A7finna do
In the future Ima fly by in a sky coupe
Uh-huh
Me and [Bm]my [A]niggas, in the coupe
I had to [C7]go get that boy stɾaight out my [A]face and [Bm]get the loot
I want Dior all [Em]on [C7]my [A]jeans, and [Bm]the Louis on [C7]my [A]suit
I got [Fm7]a stick cake with a beam and [Bm]I'm not afraid to [C7]shoot
I'm ɾocking all [Em]white air forces on [C7]my [A]fucking feet
I had to [C7]go ɾun my [A]bands up like [F]a tɾack meet
That boy done made me mad now he twisting in his sheets
You know I'ma get that bag yeah get busy like [F]I'm Yeat
I had to [C7]go and [Bm]get my [A]bands up, swerving in the coupe
That boy pockets done got [Fm7]ɾanned up, now he out the loop
Got that purple drank in my [A]cup, yeah its grape juice
I love to [C7]see the money, on [C7]a mission [C7]to [C7]the loot
Bitch I'm going crazy
All these bars in the tɾack yeah they so wavy
She in my [A]inbox said she wanna be [Am]my [A]lady.
Now she talking shit, said she wanna have my [A]babies
With my [A]twizzies in the back, yeah we counting up
Yeah I'm ɾiding on [C7]this tɾack, Ima pump it up
Yeah you [A7say that you [A7got [Fm7]cash, boy then ɾun it up
He talking shit on [C7]the gram, if its up its stuck
(Ha!)