[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
Fendi, that's my shoe
I rock margielas too
I just hit a stain and I took a band or two
I just spent a check, now I'm flying in a coupe
Bands on top of bands, stacking up, hitting the roof
Fendi, that's my shoe
I rock margielas too
I just hit a stain and I took a band or two
I just spent a check, now I'm flying in a coupe
Bands on top of bands, stacking up, hitting the roof
Shorty by my side, she don't know what to do
She just want the guala, but I want the guala too
Goyard in her hand, she just copped it brand new
We both in a foreign, we both sipping on the goop
Pull up with the gat, send 'em off like a kite
Serving to the state like my name is Walter White
All my money looking long, bands bluer than the sky
Always draped in the Vuitton, garments on me looking light
Phone stay buzzing, all these PayPal alerts
Red laser beam on the Glock, get murked
10 for the bag, 6 bands on my shirt
Rolling in the guap, now I'm rolling off a perc
[Verse 2: Lil Wintr]
I just spent a thousand on these pants
Cashing in the check, got all my brands
Too many sips of lean, I cannot stand
Rolling in my bands, got all my brands
I just spent a thousand on these pants
Cashing in the check, got all my bands
Too many sips of lean, I cannot stand
Rolling in my bands, got all my brands
b**hes mad, lames on my dick, yea
Riding around in the coupe, we be rolling, it be lit, yea
'Sace on my back, that's the fit yea
I got all my bands in my hand, it be lit, yea
f**ing on yo thot
That's my girl and I can't stop
In the whip, I'm getting top
Counting bands and I can't stop
Bands in my hands, I be stunting on yo mans
Wifi bands up on my pants
Popping xans, I cannot stand
Gucci on the belt, that's the fit, yea
Spent another band on your chick, yea
Ice up on my waist, hitting licks, yea
Wintr spitting game, it's a hit, yea
Gucci on the belt, that's the check, yea
Spent another band on yo chick, yea
Ice up on my waist, hitting licks, yea
Wintr spitting game, it's a hit, yea
[Verse 3: Shiro]
Gucci on my body, don't feel sorry for these kids, no
Flexing on these losers, you a lick, hoe
Flexing on these losers you a lick, hoe
Designer in my closet cost a band, cost a brick, hoe
f**ing up a check, it don't quit, no
Diamonds on my neck make you sick, woah
Running to the fame, I cannot slip, no
Goyard on my bag got me looking like a lick, woah
f**ing with me now, got clout, can't touch me, got me sick, woah
Bands on top of bands, I'm making plans, I'm making hits, woah
Gucci on my body, don't feel sorry for these kids, no
Flexing on these losers, you a lick, hoe
Flexing on these losers, you a lick, hoe
Designer in my closet cost a band, cost a brick, hoe
Couple thousand on my body for a fit though
Margiela sweater on me cost a hundred grand, cost a grip, hoe
[Verse 4: Marcelo]
I been getting guap, yeah that's true
Shawty yeah she know me, yeah she do
I just copped that brand new whip, I'm coming through
Why they gotta hate on me? It's cause they lose
I been getting guap, yeah that's true
Shawty yeah she know me, yeah she do
I just copped that brand new whip, I'm coming through
Why these people hate on me? It's cause they lose
Old hoes calling, think they miss me
You see shine up on me, now you know I'm glistening
I never knew you like that, no we ain't got no history
Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me
Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me
Try to put me down, shoot your shot, you gon' miss me
Try to put me down, shoot your shot, yeah
I been on a roll, no I'm not going slow
Counting on these rolls, yeah that bankroll
Shawty play my songs everywhere she go
I'mma take off on 'em, yeah I'mma glo
I been on a roll, no I'm not going slow
Counting on these rolls, yeah that bankroll
Shawty play my songs everywhere she go
I'mma take off on 'em, yeah I'mma glo