Ayy, pourin' juice wearing Bape

Money then I'm feeling outta place

I was waitin' on you to change

Meech! What it look like? you the only one to

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't

I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank

I'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase

Ayy, I'm pourin' juice wearin' Bape

If I can't make no money then I'm feeling out of place

You was never with me, I was waiting on you to change

Nigga if you broke, you the only one to blame

Playin' with my money that'll make me go insane

I'm goin' crazy, I run up Percocets but they can't save me

Niggas say they love me but I got vibes that they shady

I'll never ever-ever let you lame bitches play me

Bitches all in my DM, with them eyes and them faces

This shit crazy, I just want some head but she naked

These niggas cool with bein' broke

I swear I couldn't take it

Boy these runs don't stop, ain't no back to the basics

Everytime my package hit the air it's gone make it

I smell like Givenchy off Hibachi, you got Wendy's

I be wantin' the money & it tell me "Come and get me"

I remember I was down to my last it was sickening

I charge a arm and lyric for a verse 'cause I'm gifted

Smilin' ear to ear cuz I checked and they shipped it

She wanna make some cheese

I told lil baby "Come and get it"

Make a bitch work these cards 'til her fucking nails lifting

If it's hot I make a knot, ain't no scorching how I'm livin'

I don't really give a fuck about who with me and who ain't

I put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank

I'm thinkin' that it's too soon to ask if she had Chase

Ayy, I'm pourin' juice wearin' Bape

If I can't make no money then I'm feeling out of place

You was never with me, I was waiting on you to change

Nigga if you broke, you the only one to blame

Playin' with my money that'll make me go insane

It's verse two, you spent a bag on

that bitch that ain't cool

Cuz I bet if you was broke she

wouldn't have bought a bag for you

If we break up I don't need that shit for life

bitch you through

I need a sixty-three S-GLE, bitch the coupe

You'll spend yo' last thousand 'fore you flip it into two

I can't fuck her off a perc, she gone get this shit confused

Everybody want a verse, just 'cause you rap we ain't cool

I'm up for that bag, if you ain't got it keep it movin'

You ever listen to the shit they sayin'? They be clueless

Up early gettin' to it, I be up before foolish

You ain't the type to do no fucking scams cuz you stupid

And my nigga whipping up, he make fours out of deuces

This exotic my cologne, but you still smell this Gucci

I ain't even rich yet, but my life feel like a movie

My hoes like Dolce & Gabbana and some Louis

You niggas still stressing over hoes lookin' goofy

Meech

Put my feelings down, ain't no feelings in the bank

Ayy, if she had Chase

I'm pouring juice wearing Bape

Shit sweet