Drake

Soulja Boy trap out a matte gray Hellcat

Stand on a couch with a chopper

I'm flipping and make a opp' ass, nigga get back

Stand on the strap, yeah

We got them racks

Thumb through them hundreds you know we got them packs,

In the VIP Louie V all on the pouch

Thumb through them hundreds got fifty K, stand on the couch

Casamigos in the cup when we pour it in her mouth

Now we taking the jet and we head down south

Send the location it's spinning 'round

Spot a head opp' and we knock 'em down

Send the location we spin around

I got the money we splurging all through the town

Big body business

Young nigga squeezing that clip 'till it's empty

(Ugh huh)

Paint the whole city

Young nigga pull up with hundreds and fifties

(Ugh huh)

Big bank roll

Grabbing my choppa and shooting my pole

Nigga dis on the gang now he getting exposed

(Yea yea)

They chose but they look closed

Walk in designer got big bank rolls

I'm up in the mall and they swiping my barcode

Soulja Boy swiping them bricks like Narcos

Lets hop on the jet and we go to Diego

Go to Mexico and run up my bank roll

Run up my pesos

Shooters gon' shoot when I say so

Trying to run out with that sack and get hit in the ankle

Hitting the plug and remixing it wit queso

Stacking the hundreds like Lego's

Don't leave no bread on the table

Leave a hole in ya head like a bagel

I'm addicted to stackin' them pesos

Put me some psychos on payroll

And I drop me some lean in a faygo

Then I cop me some pills from Diego

I be dragging my nuts like I'm Fredo

Stacking the hundreds like Lego's

Don't leave no bread on the table

Leave a hole in ya head like a bagel

I'm addicted to stackin' them pesos

Put me some psychos on payroll

And I drop me some lean in a faygo

Then I cop me some pills from Diego

I be dragging my nuts like I'm Fredo