Matrix Music

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Beep, beep

[Verse]
In love with AMGs, we-we roll up into the Es (Yeah, yeah)
These stupid racks, can't flex, so please don't [?]
I'm smokin' on sativa, now I'm feelin' cheesed
I got-gotta flex, yes, twentys, Undercover jeans
I'm in the club flexin', everythin' [?] (Yeah)
We pull up to the scene, eh, eh, eh
Racin' SRTs, we racin' SRTs
That boy, he think he ballin'
You do not be so [?], you do not be so [?]
And all of my boys, they toxic (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, [?], yeah
Spendin' these racks, they fall out, bitch
I'm with my squad, we roll out, bitch
We ball out, got whole lotta sticks (Sticks)
Got whole lotta cheese and X (Yeah)
Got whole lotta cheese and chips (Yeah)
Got whole lotta cheese, yeah
Go-go-got whole lotta Ms on me
I pull out, now she want groups (Groups, yeah)
They helpin' me talk my shit (Shit)
They like me, up in this bitch
I see the green numbers just hit
He went through it, yeah
[?], now watch me geek, yeah
I see they [?], I got Margiela my kicks
If you not talkin' 'bout no paper, do not hit, yeah
Bitch, keep your business, I don't need assistance
This bitch countin' hundreds, countin' fifties when I miss it