[Intro]
Ayy
[Chorus]
Christian Loub' on the bottom, b*tch, they bleed
It's a scope on top the chop, b*tch, say cheese
This that pressure, if you hit it you can't breathe
Money wrapped around my head, that's all I see
Dead man, I get bread, man
Tryna see how high can I get, I feel like Redman
Thumb through hundreds, twenties, fifties, I count dead men
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, I can't hear it then
[Verse]
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no guap, don't wanna hear it (What?)
If it ain't 'bout no paper, you won't catch me near it (Nah)
I'm in the Tesla, this b*tch fast, ain't gotta steer it (Go)
The choppa turned him to a ghost, now he a spirit
Three-hundred sparks, b*tch, I'm with three-hundred Martians (Ayy)
He tried to run but he wasn't fast, that choppa caught him (Ayy)
I just stained my Off-White 1's and I just bought 'em (I just bought 'em)
They say there's Perkies in this b*tch, that's cause I brought 'em (Ayy)
In the Range countin' racks like it's a Brinks truck
Real cold, so you know I got my heat tucked
Been that man, make decisions with my feet up
While you sleepin' on the pavement, ni**a, we up
[Chorus]
Christian Loub' on the bottom, b*tch, they bleed
It's a scope on top the chop, b*tch, say cheese
This that pressure, if you hit it you can't breathe
Money wrapped around my head, that's all I see
Dead man, I get bread, man
Tryna see how high can I get, I feel like Redman
Thumb through hundreds, twenties, fifties, I count dead men
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no paper, I can't hear it then (Nah)