Yeah, yeah
Ima just hit my cup in the booth, you know what Im sayin? 
And I got ice in that motherfucker too 
And its hittin like jewelry
Im running out of money 
I need another loan 
Fuck nigga playin 
Well come wipe your nose 
My niggas all vultures 
I ran em off the road 
Keep it in the streets 
Designer our clothes 
My bitches all bad 
They kickin nigga doors 
I do it by myself 
I split it with the bros 
I do it like 
I do it like woah 
The red light 
Or the midnight blues 
Im running through racks, I need another safe
Im running through racks, Im running out of space
I bought a new Ghost, fucking up cake
I ran through a check like Usain 
And Im drinking my cup when Im in a blue flame 
When you fucking on a stripper, better keep putting change
VVSs on me and Im covered up
Got my cup pink like its Robituss
On a double cup, watch me fuck it up
I done had enough, I aint had enough
Put my main bitch on payroll
I dont wear them shits, they a day old
Im a plug now, call me Pedro 
Keep the money machine in the trunk with me 
Slatt slatt, and the case closed
Slatt slatt, now the case closed 
Matte grey on the Range Rove
And Im busting checks nigga, 44 
Im running out of money 
I need another loan 
Fuck nigga playin 
Well come wipe your nose 
My niggas all vultures 
I ran em off the road 
Keep it in the streets 
Designer our clothes 
My bitches all bad 
They kickin nigga doors 
I do it by myself 
I split it with the bros 
I do it like 
I do it like woah 
The red light 
Or the midnight blues 
Whole lotta racks
A little bit of space 
I treat a bitch bad 
I bust it on her face 
My pockets on Bible 
I wan be like Mase 
My music on Tidal 
But I dont know Jay 
Coming with a razor, razor 
The midnight blazer, blazer 
I got me a Gucci rugby 
Double Gs on my blazer, baby 
Gotta go to another county 
Wont see my neighbors, baby 
Shell never never fit my standards 
My milkshake Dolce banana 
Put a motherfuckin FN to debo
All my babies got good hair like my baby mom Migos 
I was in the spot getting drunk, 3 hoes was taking my ego 
Nigga got climb on a muhfuckin latter so you talkin bout B-roll
He know 
Im running out of money 
I need another loan 
Fuck nigga playin 
Well come wipe your nose 
My niggas all vultures 
I ran em off the road 
Keep it in the streets 
Designer our clothes 
My bitches all bad 
They kickin nigga doors 
I do it by myself 
I split it with the bros 
I do it like 
I do it like woah 
The red light 
Or the midnight blues