[Intro ad-libs]
Yeah, yuh, yuh
Chain be, yuh, chase, ayy, ey, ayy

[Chorus]
True fifteen hundred, lethal weapon hold a hundred
Road running, hit me up (if) you need some money (ayy)
Pack for six-fifty seven hundred if I'm frontin' (ohhh)
Try to doubt me bitch I'm going out huntin' (grrrr)
Two hundred, dash two hundred (vrrooom, vrooom!)
Model bitch just want to fuck me for my money
Red rose, dead zone (ayy)
See me and Richie then you know it's about some money (yeah)

[Verse 1]
In Moschino pants welcome to the lion den (ey)
Hunnid rounds, I feel like the clip gon' never end, (grr)
Fucking find you then I'm hitting all your friends (bitch)
Hot boy don't let me find out where you live
I'ma shoot for Richie that my brother that my twin (eyy)
Free my n***a K, Free [?] out that gym
Sliding with that pack i'mma tryna off every gram
Sliding on the opp, found out it was a fan
Bitch, bitch suck slowly
Gucci to my toe that's why your bitch coming over
Fourteen for a half if you tryna place a order
Two hundred on the dash, cracker tryna pull me over
Tatted on my face
Fifteen hundred out that chase, fuck with Yoppa you ain't safe
Thirty on my waist, turn your ass to waste, I paint my bitches face
Smoking cookie not no grape (not no grape)
[Chorus]
True fifteen hundred, lethal weapon hold a hundred
Road running, hit me up (if) you need some money
Pack for six-fifty, seven hundred if I'm frontin'
Try to doubt me bitch I'm going out hunnid
Two hundred, dash two hundred
Model bitch just want to fuck me for my money
Red rose, dead zone
See me and Richie then you know it's about some money