text: Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ow, ow
  Wow, wow, wow, ah, ow, ow, ow
  I buy a new car for the bitch 
  I tear down the mall with the bitch 
  You cant even talk to the bitch 
  She fucking with bosses and shit 
  I pull up in Raris and shit 
  With choppers and Harleys and shit 
  I be Guccid down 
  You wearing Lacoste and shit 
  Yeah, Moncler, yuh, fur came off a bear, yuh 
  Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yuh 
  Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yuh 
  Got em tennis chains on and they real blingy 
  Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy 
  Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty 
  Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me 
  Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
  $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket 
  Bitch, be careful when you dumpin your ashes 
  I aint no sucker, I aint cuffin no action 
  The skreets raised me, Im a whole bastard 
  I bought a Rari just so I can go faster 
  Niggas tryna copy me, they playin catch up 
  I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper 
  I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
  I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Yeah, dawg, huh—yeah—, nah for real, dawg 
  Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the Hills, dawg 
  Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dawg 
  Wanna tweet about me, nigga? Get you killed, dawg 
  Killed dog, Im a real dawg—21—, you a lil dawg 
  Bill dog, want a bil, dog, chasing mils, dawg 
  Dunk right in your bitch like ONeal, dawg 
  Plus I shoot like Reggie Mill, dawg 
  Chopper sting you like a eel, dawg 
  I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ruler clip—umm—, sent a ruler hit
  Pull up on yo bitch, she say that I got a ruler dick
  Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
  Glock cocked now, I dont really give no fuck bout who I hit
  Yeah, yo bitch, she get jiggy with me, keep that Siggy with me
  Bitch, Im Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
  Keep a mad mag in case a nigga wanna get busy with me
  Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
  I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Ms in my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  In my bank account, yeah 
  I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  Ready to gun you down, yeah 
  $7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket
  Bitch, be careful where you dumpin your ashes
  I aint no sucker, I aint cuffin no action
  The streets raised me, Im a whole bastard