[Intro –] Yeah… She sniffin’ off the counter, I’m countin’ off the dresser… You know what the fuck goin’ on… --- [Verse 1 – 32 bars] Pink coke on her tongue, she don’t blink when it hit I just blew a hundred racks, didn’t even notice it Titties from Colombia, ass from the South Pounds in the ceiling, stick by the couch I don’t fuck with no broke HOE, I don’t talk to no rats Nut on her lashes, then count up the stacks Bitches in Dubai, shooters in the Chi Lean in my blood, demons in my eye Raised by the plug, taught by the flame Fucked in the head, now I’m rich off the game She pop a Perc, ride me like a jet in the rain Coke in her purse, dick in her brain I don’t cuddle, I fuck, then I dip in the Benz I don’t text, I just send her a flight and some M’s Money in bundles, pain in my grin Hoes do yoga, flip packs for the win I got bitches that scam, I got plugs that don’t speak I got shooters on call, I got freaks every week I got syrup in my cup, I got cash in my jeans I got lust in my aura, I got sex in my dreams I was broke, now I’m lit, now I’m fuckin’ her twin I was duckin’ indictments, now I’m duckin’ her kin I got wordplay like a scammer, cadence like a pimp I got verses that drip, I got flows that limp I don’t rap for the charts, I rap for the sin I don’t flex for the ‘Gram, I flex for the win --- [Hook –] Palm Angels & powder, money and power She moan when I count, she scream in the shower Talk slick, then I fuck for an hour Bands in the safe, coke by the flower You know what the fuck it is, I ain’t never been sweet I ain’t never been broke, I ain’t never been weak Move with the smoke, speak with the heat Every bar like a bag, every line like a freak (Yea) Every line like a freak --- [Verse 2 –32 bars] I was fuckin’ in the Lambo, seat back, no shame She screamin’ out my name while I’m switchin’ the lane Coke in her nails, syrup in my veins Money in her heart, lust in her brain I don’t do emotions, I just do exchange I don’t do regrets, I just do champagne Bitches in Dior, demons in mink Shooters in the club, syrup in my drink Fucked up, now I’m up, now I’m fuckin’ her friend Loyal to death, now I’m loyal to the Benz Word on the street, cash in the wind Hoes in rotation, I don’t even pretend I got bitches in Paris, I got plugs in the hills I got steppers on payroll, I got freaks with no chill I got pain in my chest, I got ice on my wrist I got trauma in my past, I got hoes I don’t miss I was duckin’ the feds, I was runnin’ from fate I was prayin’ for peace, I was prayin’ too late I got coke in her system, I got dick in her throat I got bands in the duffle, I got guns on the boat I don’t smile in my flicks, I just stare like a threat I don’t beg for no love, I just cash every bet I was broke, now I’m rich, now I’m fuckin’ her twin I was loyal to death, now I’m loyal to the sin --- [Hook – layered] Palm Angels & powder, money and power She moan when I count, she scream in the shower Talk slick, then I fuck for an hour Bands in the safe, coke by the flower You know what the fuck it is, I ain’t never been sweet I ain’t never been broke, I ain’t never been weak Move with the smoke, speak with the heat Every bar like a bag, every line like a freak (Yea) every line like a freak --- [Outro – ad-libs fading] I ain’t fold… I ain’t love… I ain’t beg… I just built my fuckin’ name off lust and drugs… (uh huh… yeah…)
