Money

[Chorus: 540]
I got swag located in my fabrics
[?] fucking round wit Lores gon get tragic
Pull them sticks out on a motherfucking maggot
[?] talking shit and ima finna cause havoc

[Verse 1: 540]
Yeah he talking shit
I got a stick
I got your bitch
Shoutout [?], so if I ever go broke then I'm hitting licks
Pull up on your bitch and she say she wanna take a pic
Lean in my cup lemme go ahead and take a sip
Bitch I gotta glow up on some drugs
Tryna run up on me [?], are you fucking dumb
Fucking on your bitch she said I make her cum
I got free smoke who want some
I got a white shooter named Logan
I just fucked your bitch, with no fucking trojan
When your bitch see me she keep her legs wide open
Put dick in her mouth, now that lil bitch choking
Me my [?] smoking pack we smoking propane
Off the fucking molly and I’m off the cocaine
Fuck that bitch, kicked her out, no she cannot stay
Run up on me and I’m finna throw your life away
Me my [?] we smoking on exotic
Say you in the sheets, bro u needa stop it
Me my [?] Cezz we be toattin on a rocket
And the fucking [?] that [?] wanna cop it

[Chorus: 540]
I got swag located in my fabrics
[?] fucking round wit Lores gon get tragic
Pull them sticks out on a motherfucking maggot
[?] talking shit and ima finna cause havoc