[Intro]
That's your bitch, I ran through that
Best believe that I do that
Wavy n***a, no durag
Run up on me, let the tool blast

[Verse]
I'ma leave 'em in the past, yeah
I've been countin' up the cash, yeah
Rich n***a, I brag (Yeah), three million in the pants (Yeah)
Two thousand for the pants, make a bitch dirty dance (Yeah)
Chip on my shoulder, no Pringles can
Desert on my hip, no Eagle's fan, yeah
Bitch, I be fresh like a mannequin
Your n***a fake like a mannequin
Gucci all over my flander, then
I know these n***as can't handle it
Destroy thе beat like a vandalist
Ice cold, avalanchе, I'ma fuck her, she from France
Two hundred on juice, man
Thick white bitch, juice, man
I don't really wanna do it, man
That's your bitch, ran through that
Best believe that we do that
Wavy n***a, no durag
Pop on the scene, like, "Who that?"
N***as like, "Where is Juice at?"
They know Juice got the juice, man
Cock it back and I shoot that
Run up on me, better get back
Choppa came with a kickback
I just pulled up to the kickback
Where is you bitch at? I'm finna take that
Like a arm, I'ma break that back