text: Pull up in a foreign, thats sick
  Two hundred on a watch, thats sick
  Got it on smash
  Money dont fold, thats sick
  1, 1, 1 
  And my wrist sick , your pockets fit 
  My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch 
  My whip sick , my drip sick 
  I just left the doctor, but Im still sick 
  And my drip, thats sick , my whip, thats sick 
  Think she wanna fuck, I want that neck, thats sick 
  Ooh, my bitch, she lit , my pockets fat as shit 
  Your pockets stay on fit , boy, you aint buyin shit
  I hit the doctor for a checkup, but Im still sick 
  Man, I know yall niggas broke, yall spendin counterfeit 
  Flood the Richard Mille, I just might drown the bitch 
  I just made a half a mill, but I aint counted it 
  And my wrist sick , your pockets fit 
  My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch 
  My whip sick , my drip sick 
  I just left the doctor, but Im still sick 
  Bitch, Im sick, like I got the flu 
  Fuckin around wit your boo 
  Im back in that mood
  Pullin out hundreds and all of em blue
  Soon as I pull off, all you hear is shh, vroom
  Blessin the bitch, like achoo
  BDB ENT, bitch, you know how we do
  You wanna fuck, baby, you gon fuck the crew, yeah
  Nasty, nasty, nasty
  Check out my wrist, bitch, it looks like the last one
  She got a kid and her kid in my Cuban
  She callin me baby, she callin me daddy 
  I cannot play with a ho, she dont wanna fuck, she go home in a taxi 
  Wont even get that bitch an Uber , just spent a lil bag on my jewelry
  And my wrist sick , your pockets fit 
  My pockets fat as shit, I got the baddest bitch 
  My whip sick , my drip sick 
  I just left the doctor, but Im still sick