AK you’re stupid Bitch I’m TT’d up I’m gone but I’m still counting up my ra-a-acks They don’t like me now ‘Cause I hop on the track and I don’t ca-a-ap Now it’s f*ck you I’m chilling in the crib I’m gon’ rela-a-ax I don’t wanna talk unless you talking fucking ca-a-ash I promise I won’t fold I don’t wanna talk I dip my chain down in gold Yeah, yeah yeah yeah Throw my phone away your hoe keep calling me I was outside, move in case she wanna [??] I was shopping with my black card I don’t want a receipt I heard your new mixtape and I’m falling asleep Boba tea, your hoe with me she want a Philippe They don’t care ‘bout what this shit is they still rockin with me Cash my royalties and then we going to the beach She ain’t even ever seen a ocean it’s sweet Bitch I’m TT’d up I’m gone but I’m still counting up my ra-a-acks They don’t like me now ‘Cause I hop on the track and I don’t ca-a-ap Now it’s f*ck you I’m chilling in the crib I’m gon’ rela-a-ax I don’t wanna talk unless you talking fucking ca-a-ash I promise I won’t fold I don’t wanna talk I dip my chain down in gold I promise I won’t fold You just do the talk That shits getting old State Farm get insurance for your hoe Lemme take a walk, bitch I’m going for a smoke Give me a medal ‘cause I’m going for the gold Out the back door bitch I’m dipping on your hoe I got dipped up, sent a Uber to your bitch and she got picked up Tryna make a mill yup, what’s her name that bitch sounded kinda familiar Bitch I’m TT’d up I’m gone but I’m still counting up my ra-a-acks They don’t like me now ‘Cause I hop on the track and I don’t ca-a-ap Now it’s f*ck you I’m chilling in the crib I’m gon’ rela-a-ax I don’t wanna talk unless you talking fucking ca-a-ash I promise I won’t fold I don’t wanna talk I dip my chain down in gold