Oh Yeah

(You think you know me)

(Clayco on the beat)

Yeah, yeah

I got money, I hopped out of bed

Oh, yeah, hold up

Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah

Yeah (racks on his head), oh, yeah

I got money, I hopped out of bed

Damn, he tried it, racks on his head

Damn, we not playing fair

Told her to ride it just like the fair

No running, no hiding, nigga, oh, well

Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale

I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air

I got a real bad bitch, oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

Racks, they come in the mail

Yeah, bags, they going for sale

Yeah, and thе shit that I rock YSL

Yeah, and your ship is gon' sink, it won't sail

I know she gon' fuck me, shе think I can't tell

She told me her nigga broke, he lame as hell

She said if I hit it, then, no, I can't tell

She suck me so crazy, she nasty as hell

This bitch rocking Off-White drip like mayo

Lil' bro serving real deal coke, call it yayo

I just bought a zip and it came with a smell

I think that they finding out just what I paid for (what I paid for)

I got money, I hopped out of bed

Damn, he tried it, racks on his head

Damn, we not playing fair

Told her to ride it just like the fair

No running, no hiding, nigga, oh, well

Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale

I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air

I got a real bad bitch, oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

I got a whole lot of racks, put them shits in bands

I got a whole lot of drip, I rock this shit like bands

I smoke a whole lot of dope, I'm high and I can't land

I flooded my fingers with so much water, ain't no land

I got a foreign bitch, she Himalayan

I don't know the last time I popped a Xan'

And just like the new 'Vette, I'm moving fast

No, I'm not a rookie, I'm a vet and I'm on they ass

And my nigga got a stick, he blow it like that

I count up super quick and I was skipping math

I got a smart bitch, she got a stupid ass

She got a smart mouth, like, nigga, who asked?

I got money, I hopped out of bed

Damn, he tried it, racks on his head

Damn, we not playing fair

Told her to ride it just like the fair

No running, no hiding, nigga, oh, well

Yeah, put that lil' dope on the scale

I got a big bankroll, I'ma throw it in the air

I got a real bad bitch, oh, yeah (oh, yeah)

♪

(You think you know me)

(Clayco on the beat)