[Intro]
Trophies instrumental
Shout out to drake
I mean, he was on this song first so
Props to him
[Verse 1: White Caucus]
I been making all this money
Trophies stacked high man this sh** ain't even funny
Carrots for these hoes cause you know that they be bunnies
Nose stuffed like my wallet yeah I keep it running
I ain't ever flex but bet that I be stuntin
Hatin all these b**hes hella fine so they frontin
They ain't getting sh** though
No attention
We just getting bills though
Did I mention?
Act up, put your a** in detention
Troubled kid, but he fighting like he fencing
Already know was what's up
So Im sensing that we 'bout to bring the cents in
BENJIS circulating man this sh** feels illegal
We just write the story man, f** a prequel
But they always want more so we give them sequels
Im just trying to stay in the air like some seagulls
[Hook]
Get the money
Then the honey
Yea we keep it simple
[Verse 2: BDN]
Im on my healthy sh** like I'm on a f**ing diet
People going crazy, like a f**ing riot
Mess with us one eye missing like a pirate
Nah I'm not playing, we always violent
Man stay silent
Your chick come to me when she feel like crying
But I'm in this motherf**er no shirt no shoes
Just watching cartoons
Like Blues Clues
White and black alliance
Like Ying Yang, sharp like some fangs
Yea we roll deep but we ain't no damn gang
Man my knee bugs
I need some paink**ing
This sh** is evil man, like some damn villains
I just stay high, so high to the ceiling
Put the team on my back I'm so clutch
Told her take a shower, this chick smells like rust-y
Oh, man, I got to pee...
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pesty Knight]
Yea, you know me man
Its spelled P-A-T-A and I'm on some real sh**
Not to get confused, I don't do cigarettes
Coming last on this beat like a motherf**ing anchor
In this 4x4, someones missing, f**ing ranker
Spitting these f**ing flows like I'm the bees knees
Your b**h go down, I don't have to say please
A message for the ones who have trouble racing me
Get your spikes, pack your sh**, and just flee the scene
It's funny how I beat these dudes no easily
Flying high as a kite with my boy Dario
When we cook some vegetables
Everything is in slow-mo
In your back like
PRA-PUH-PRA
Leave you burnt like a f**ing Capranica
Acting up on the beat so they call me a brat
I'm just trying to chill with Asian girls keeping it flat
My rap game perfect 2400, on the motherf**ing SAT
[Hook]