text: Yeah 
  JT
  Uh, fuck nigga, I dont wanna hear it 
  Aint talkin the bag, I cover my ears
  I hop in the Lamb, Im switchin the gears 
  My bitches is ballin, make these niggas cheer
  Audemars Piguets with the crushed face 
  I leave a bitch mad with the stuck face 
  Who the fuck yall hoes playin wit anyways? 
  City Girls make em wish like Ray J 
  All these niggas wanna fuck JT 
  Hellcat, this a SRT 
  Pull up, G-Wag 63 
  Make a 55 suck they teeth
  He want a Minaj with a new body 
  Man, you niggas cant fuck with me
  Cause I camе from the bottom 
  From the fеds to the charter 
  Broke bitches aint sayin a thing, period 
  I tell her, Shut the fuck up, when I hit it
  Fucked up her hair, she just did it 
  Im really fuckin round with his lil boo on the low 
  What the fuck buddy said? I couldnt hear em 
  I keep the head while I drive, almost fucked up my ride 
  Had a hand full of hair while Im steerin 
  She rippin off my Amiris
  She love to give head, she pull up on her period 
  I thought somebody said, Thats your wifey, dawg 
  Fuck everybody, dont like em all 
  His bitch love me cause I fuck like a dog 
  I got this shit on, nigga, wipe me off 
  I hop out the backseat just like a boss 
  I two-toned the Maybach, my seats Ronald Reagan
  It came with a pillow, I came from the pavement
  Thought somebody said I aint made it 
  Huh? 
  Ah, I thought a broke nigga said somethin 
  Talkin shit but they still aint sayin nothin 
  We gon trap this bitch out til the feds come 
  Huh? 
  Ah, I thought a pussy ho said somethin 
  How it go when Im talkin, you listen 
  Cut her off cause she spoke on the business 
  You broke ass bitch, you aint sayin nothin
  When I hold up my wrist, its sayin somethin 
  Your nigga, he know cause he payin somethin 
  I ball on these bitches like and one
  Swish, bitch, Im the shit
  QC the clique, we rich as a bitch
  Yeah, ayy, Miami, Im lit, Patek on my wrist
  Follow the drip, my jewelry sick 
  Pneumonia pink diamonds, got the corona 
  Moneybagg Runtz, thats the aroma 
  This aint no mid from Arizona
  Bitch, Im serious , period 
  All that ho shit, I aint hearin it 
  My niggas pull up with sticks, they clearin it 
  Yeah, me and JT, we killin it, period
  I thought a nigga who watch what I do
  But he cant get his bitch back said somethin 
  Is it true that he postin another nigga money?
  Prolly, I dont put that past him 
  I thought a ho that be speakin on me
  But be fuckin a broke nigga said somethin 
  Hold up, lil bitch, get a nigga thats lit
  Im the whole loaf, he the bread crumbs 
  Rappers with these mixed feelings 
  I aint fuckin wit em 
  Like a Richard Mille, let me know what time it is
  Bagg, where the Runtz at? Know you got it on you
  Posed to be smell-proof, bustin out the vacuum seal
  These niggas lil boys, childish, Fisher-Price
  Confident, Im not cocky, so get it right
  She bendin over but I want some head first
  I dont even wanna know what the pussy like
  Trippin too close to fallin so Im ballin
  Its crazy, my opp got shot but I aint call it 
  I come around, niggas gon put they ho up
  These bitches stay on my channel, yeah
  Mustve seen me on TV, yeah
  It took me six hours to count a mill exactly
  Im accurate with that cheese, yeah 
  Huh? 
  Ah, I thought a broke nigga said somethin 
  Talkin shit but they still aint sayin nothin 
  We gon trap this bitch out til the feds come 
  Huh? 
  Ah, I thought a pussy ho said somethin 
  How it go when Im talkin, you listen 
  Cut her off cause she spoke on the business