作曲 : Noah Smith/Ethan Andrade/Malachi Green
[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Hey)
Pockets filled up with these racks (Racks, racks, yeah, hey)
**** the thottie, take her back (Back, back, back, back, yeah)
You stack the Benjamins inside the bag (In the bag)
911 inside the Porsche (Swerve)
***** stuck up, yeah, that ***** a brat (Brat, brat)
[Post-Chorus: Yeat]
It's to city to city, I'm tourin' (Swerve)
*****, I fed and had a rack uptake (Skrrt, lil' M)
Yeah, pockets swollen (swerve), yeah (Skrrt)
X, Rollie, pollin'
Flawless, diamonds, big face Rollie
Louboutin messengеr bag with a Glock in it
I don't be trusting nobody, I ain't stopping **** (Boom)
Pull up, I pull up, I pull up, I'm poppin' shit
Yeah, I scrape thе side of the Benz (Woo)
I'm ****in' that thot and her friends
Yeah, I got that ***** cancelling plans (Woo)
Yeah, fashion week, we out in France
[Verse: Yung Kayo & Yeat]
Pockets feel cheap (Ch-cheap)
Baguette on my neck, know it's weak (It's weak)
I got that, ***** want a jacket from Saks
This boat need a [?] just like it's a [?]
I got you the suite, you forget the Ricks (Swerve)
We in the whippet the way you know how I caress (Skrrt)
And the .900 does not stay in the holster
When you in way, I know you cannot hold on
Me and you catch up with your ho (Really)
DHL deal come with a odor (Odor)
[?] comin' for Perri' in the Rover
She said the way up with the stick, it's a mop (Mop)
In the woods just like a bunny
I clap that ***** one and I swear that I'm done with it (Woo, swerve)
In the G5, from the feds, I'ma run with it
I got the bands on me just like I'm big
Your man lost his cap, and that ***** lost her wig
I got the stain, know that bank on my wrist
These niggas wan' know what we do with the C
I got Margiela, OG in the air
[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Hey)
Pockets filled up with these racks (Racks, racks, yeah, hey)
**** the thottie, take her back (Back, back, back, back, yeah)
You stack the Benjamins inside the bag (In the bag)
911 inside the Porsche (Swerve)
***** stuck up, yeah, that ***** a brat (Brat, brat)
[Post-Chorus: Yeat]
It's to city to city, I'm tourin' (Swerve)
*****, I fed and had a rack uptake (Skrrt, lil' M)
Yeah, pockets swollen (swerve), yeah (Skrrt)
X, Rollie, pollin'
Flawless, diamonds, big face Rollie
Louboutin messenger bag with a Glock in it
I don't be trusting nobody, I ain't stopping **** (Boom)
Pull up, I pull up, I pull up, I'm poppin' shit
Yeah, I scrape the side of the Benz (Woo)
I'm ****in' that thot and her friends
Yeah, I got that ***** cancelling plans (Woo)
Yeah, fashion week, we out in France