Bitch!

Run it (run it)

Run it like a motherfucking running back with the sack kick in the back locate the stash

Throw the motherfucking bags in his hand said all the fucking cash!

I ain't gonna repeat that now it's right back on the dash triple digits on the fucking dash

Feel the shit swerving I might just fucking crash

I can't afford that because I got this fucking bag

Gotta get back to the lab response time runs out fast seven minutes is up and

I'm not fucking up

Jump out the trap car to hop in another one everything to a tee everything bottled up

Everything bottled up got this henny in my hand when we drink with bottles up and we drink with bottles up only bottles up

only bottles up