SRT

Big ol' bag on me
I get the racks, get the racks on me
Geeking off a perc, in a brand new T
Bentley all green, got a need for speed
Know that she mad she ain't fucking wit me
Racing fast in a SRT
She give top in my Fendi tee
Designer pills, got designer my lean
Off an addi and I took like three
So much gas it feel like a dream
Put my past inside my lean
Put these racks in Balmain jeans
Shotty how you do it like that
Count it up, get a big ass bag
Spend it at Saks, I make it right back
They getting mad, they getting sad
Imma have to do this on my own
They stealing my style yeah they all my clones
Designer clothes, pockets on explode
If it ain't about the money then keep that shit closed
I'm switching my flows, like I'm switching hoes
I don't need friends, Imma do this on my own
She said my heart was cold, Shawty yeah I know
I only want the cash, I want everything gold
Yea, my jeans are expensive
Gave my mama yeah a milli, yeah like what's a pension
Antisocial so I do not like attention
I can see the animosity and feel the tension
I know that they mad that they ain't in my mentions
Count it up just to sort it, I need different sections, yeah
I'm off two different pills, Addy and a Perky
I'm in a different dimension
Big ol' bag on me
I get the racks, get the racks on me
Geeking off a perc, in a brand new T
Bentley all green, got a need for speed
Know that she mad she ain't fucking wit me
Racing fast in a SRT
She give top in my Fendi tee
Designer pills, got designer my lean
Off an addi and I took like three
So much gas it feel like a dream
Put my past inside my lean
Put these racks in Balmain jeans
Shotty how you do it like that
Count it up, get a big ass bag
Spend it at Saks, I make it right back
They getting mad, they getting sad