I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
Young nigga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
Ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)
I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Thought I would be broke for forever, bitch, I’m ballin’
Pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
Aww shit, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
Young nigga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
Ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
Do the dash, speed racing, pull up in a Lambo’, hey
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
Shawty think she mine, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I been really on my grind for the dope
She say that I flex, I do the most
Just hit my trap phone, ayy What you need?
Flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah
Hey, big knots, blue cheese in a Balmain
She say that I flex, I do the most
Know I had to flex, yeah, I ain’t never sorry
Hey, hey
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)

Shawty, you too basic, I can’t be your man, no
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow

I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Used to ride the bus, now I pull up in a ‘rari, hey
Run up, try to take it, you know I got that hammer
Now I got a mansion, now my diamonds dancin’
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
[Intro: Jay Critch]
Just hit my trap phone, ayy What you need?
Now I pull up in a ‘rari
I’m pushin’ the Wraith, ‘member dreamin’ ’bout a Phantom
Shawty think she mine, I don’t know (I don’t know)
Ayy, hit it then replace it, lean up in the Fanta
Nigga we ain’t playin’ with that money, got it on me
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
Pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
I been really on my grind for the dope
[Verse: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
[Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
[Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
I just got some money, ran off with your shawty
Drove past my ex, yeah, that bitch was lookin’ salty

Peep the haters’ faces, I know that they can’t stand it
Diamonds they are racist, flashin’ like a camera
Aww shit, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
Flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah