[Paymels got sauce on that sh#t
f#ckin’ that b#tch in the back of the truck, f#ckin’ that b#tch in the back of the truck
I had to stack all the racks, I had to stack all the hunnids
I had to get me the money, I had to get me the racks, I had to get me the hunnids
Ay, yeah, five bands on me, walk into saks
I hit that b#tch from the back
I’m making it tap, you running the pack when I tax
I had to run up the racks, yeah run to the back my pockets they way too fat
Yo bro gon’ get jumped, put that on the bible
I don’t give a f#ck about yo lil title
That b#tch want the clout, this sh#t is not buyable
I need the big pockets ’cause my money won’t fit
Big Glock, we gon’ get that boy lit
Been him, put that sh#t on my kids
Been him, might go run with the stick
Me and slu will be hitting them licks
Talk down, he get hit with the blick
I’m off the blunt
She wanna f#ck, she don’t know my name
She still wanna take a flick [take a flick
And yo shawty showin’ love, yeah I did that sh#t
She tryna roll with the plug, and I don’t got time for you b#tch
Fell in love with the drug, pre-rolls gon’ be lit
And yo shawty say what’s up, ’cause she see my wrist
Ay, yeah, five bands on me, walk into saks
I hit that b#tch from the back
I’m making it tap, you running the pack when I tax
I had to run up the racks, yeah run to the back my pockets they way too fat
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