I just want the bread, I just want the head
Yeah, then I send em walking
Shit going up, shut the fuck up
Yeah, when real niggas talking
I got the sauce and the influence
You had some doubts, now that shit is ruined
I am the teacher bitch you my student
I only speak cash and my shit is fluent (woop!)
(Damez)
Hit a quick flex on my ex bitch
Five of yo checks on my necklace
All of my niggas so reckless
Whip so fast nigga bet you can't catch this
Hit a quick switch to the sport mode
Bank account sitting in resort mode
I'm in the mood to flex up
Whip so fast nigga bet you can't catch up
Oh you on they necks, huh?
Oh you got a check, huh?
Got that IT factor, yo nigga's an actor
Oh you in yo bag, huh?
Oh you moving fast, huh?
My new whip go faster, drip cause a disaster
Young nigga goals, Drip too hard and my neck on froze
Designer clothes, I'm getting chose
I'm finna pull up and flex, flex, flex
I'm getting checks, checks, checks
I got yo boo all in my DM and they want the sex, sex, sex
Ima money machine, my looks on ten and my whip so clean
Benz coupe, my niggas smoke gas and they sip codeine
Yall stay biting on the kid cause I'm popping
Nigga I don't even need no bean
Chillin' with a side hoe, party go where I go
Nigga I don't need no scene
They copy my looks, they copy my hair
Man if they could, they'd breathe in my air
I am a king, but you not my heir
I'm in the bank and you over there
Get you a chair or an edible
Cuz i'm incredible with an impeccable flare
I lost my care and I do not know where
Slaying these niggas it's kinda unfair
Hit a quick flex on my ex bitch
Five of yo checks on my necklace
All of my niggas so reckless
Whip so fast nigga bet you can't catch this
Hit a quick switch to the sport mode
Bank account sitting in resort mode
I'm in the mood to flex up
Whip so fast nigga bet you can't catch up
Oh you on they necks, huh?
Oh you got a check, huh?
Got that IT factor, yo nigga's an actor
Oh you in yo bag, huh?
Oh you moving fast, huh?
My new whip go faster, drip cause a disaster
I blow out the brain then I make it rain
These bitches they been in a drought
These niggas is funny they ain't getting money
They too busy chasing the clout (ew!)
But I want the bags and shit, Versace tags and shit
Yo whip is too slow, when I'm on the road
You cannot pass this shit
You can imagine how much ice
And how many bags we get
No cap on the price, a nigga so nice
We really be having shit
They loving my fit, they peeping the deets
Feed off my gram, they watching my tweets
Gucci the belt and Louis the sheets
Foreign the whip and bucket the seats nigga
Hit a quick flex on my ex bitch
Five of yo checks on my necklace
All of my niggas so reckless
Whip so fast nigga bet you can't catch this
Hit a quick switch to the sport mode
Bank account sitting in resort mode
I'm in the mood to flex up
Whip so fast nigga bet you can't catch up
Oh you on they necks, huh?
Oh you got a check, huh?
Got that IT factor, yo nigga's an actor
Oh you in yo bag, huh? (Yeah)
Oh you moving fast, huh? (Yeah)
My new whip go faster, drip cause a disaster
Oh you on they necks, huh? (Yeah)
Oh you got a check, huh? (Yeah)
(Damez)
Oh you in yo bag, huh? (Yeah)
Oh you moving fast, huh? (Yeah)