LYRICS
Cash extra—ooh—, checks extra (ah, ooh)
Walk around flexin' like a wrestler (whoa, ah, ah)
Go and drop the top in the Tesla (skrrr)
She gon' give me top in the Tesla (whoa, whoa, racks)
Cash extra—whoa—, checks extra (*sniffle*)
Walk around flexin' like a wrestler (ah)
She gon' drop the top in the Tesla (whoa, whoa)
She gon' give me top in the Tesla (skrrr)
Water on my wrist, she was on to this (whoa, whoa)
Tryna hold my hand like, "Girl, you not my b***h" (yuh
She keep tellin' me that I don't make no sense (sense, sense)
I'm in the Bimmer coupe, I'm 'bout to roll ice spliff (whoa, yah)
Geekin' on the Adderall (keep smokin', smokin')
No, I don't care about the law (care)
Swiggers hate on me, but I don't care at all (care)
Used to be broke, now I'm buyin' at the mall (aye)
Why that bit' keep callin' me? (whoa)
I'm faded by armor Gucci (bit')
She was lookin' for me, I was down the street (whoa)
Rollin' in that Benz, all like, 'What the **** you mean?' (yah, yah)
Cash extra—ooh—, checks extra (ah, ooh)
Walk around flexin' like a wrestler (whoa, ah, ah)
Go and drop the top in the Tesla (skrrr)
She gon' give me top in the Tesla (whoa, whoa, racks)
Cash extra—whoa—, checks extra (*sniffle*)
Walk around flexin' like a wrestler (ah)
She gon' drop the top in the Tesla (whoa, whoa)
She gon' give me top in the Tesla (skrrr)