text: JYork, whoa, thank you sir
  All this money comin fast, I cant find nowhere to stash it
  Lil mama ass fat, huh, I cant wait to smash it
  Chokers on my neck boy, yeah Im rockin carats
  You can throw it in the bag, bitch I think Im Fabolous
  All this shit came off of gas, never seen advance check
  I just sent like thirty bags down to the projects
  I got one, two, three, four shooters clutchin carbons
  I got bad bitches and they ass fat
  Rock designer bags and they shoes match
  They whole squad pretty, all yall can get it
  They on Live with it, they hashtag litty
  We on the sofa, poppin bottles, I just capped for fifty
  Paparazzi snappin pictures, everybody lookin
  Gold bottles everywhere, this is a motion movie
  Fuck work, bitch said its goin up on Tuesday
  Parkin lot, I killed them, I left the top roofless
  Boss bitch with me named Cookie so Im Lucious
  Forty shots, no handgun, Im shootin a baby Uzi
  220 on the dash, I hit the gas, I bet I lose em
  All this money comin fast, I cant find nowhere to stash it
  Lil mama ass fat, huh, I cant wait to smash it
  Chokers on my neck boy, yeah Im rockin carats
  You can throw it in the bag, bitch I think Im Fabolous
  All this shit came off of gas, never seen advance check
  I just sent like thirty bags down to the projects
  I got one, two, three, four shooters clutchin carbons
  I dont need burglar bars, German Shephards in my yard
  Merry Christmas, Happy New Years, I bought choppers for the squad
  I been robbin since a youngin, I put trackers on your Dodge
  You a rapper, Im a clapper, Put a hundred in your Ford
  I got one, two, three, four Ms in my bank account
  Five, six, seven, eight niggas ready to shake you down
  I aint with the fake shit, fake dap, fake pics
  AR with the scope, I give your pussy ass a face lift
  Moncler jacket cost a thirty, I aint cappin
  Army fatigue boots two thousand, I aint cappin 
  I aint talkin clothes, lil nigga Im talkin trappin 
  Ask around the city, everybody know that we bout action 
  All this money comin fast, I cant find nowhere to stash it
  Lil mama ass fat, huh, I cant wait to smash it
  Chokers on my neck boy, yeah Im rockin carats
  You can throw it in the bag, bitch I think Im Fabolous
  All this shit came off of gas, never seen advance check
  I just sent like thirty bags down to the projects
  I got one, two, three four shooters clutchin carbons
  Im in the brackets by myself, yeah, Im forever servin
  Prophet to the trap, some call me the eight sermon
  I be where its bite and slash scary, but Im never nervous
  Horses in the engine, if I hit it watch my whip swerve
  Mask on, creep silent, watch me perv
  Im a situation starter but Im excellent with words
  Im fanatic with them bags and I just jugg off them birds
  And Im a rack real haver so I talk with a slur
  Mastermind of the trap but cleaned it up with rap
  I got racks on racks on racks and all this shit here came off cap
  Every time I talk that jug shit, I know you wanna trap
  Nothin but trap talk