Brrr, brrr, big brrr (brrr)
Brrr, brrr, brrr (brrr)
Yeah, got switches, slimey dude, I don't give a fuck (yeah, yeah)
Brrr, big slimey dude
No, I don't give a fuck (nope)
Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr

Brrr, brrr, brrr
Welcome to the riches, we got switches, move wrong, get hit up (fo' sho')
And can't nothing come between me
Seeing this money but a pair of buffs (nope, nope, nope, nope)
You just consider me poured up
When I got Wocky in my cup (yup, Wock', Wock' Wock')
I catch my man, won't walk away (nope)
Until I know he can't get up (brrr)
You still ain't heard about that slimey man?
Lil' dude don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
And we turn opp block to Afghanistan
Quick to get suited up (suited up)
Yeah, both of them two niggas dead (uh)
I told y'all that they knew what's up (what's up)
Walk with a wobble, I got Talibans
My pockets 'bout to bust (brrr)

Ayy, fuck that shit, get back to business (huh?)
We hop out, shoot with precision (brrr)
Go keep spinnin' the opp blocks (brrr)
And don't come back 'til you get dizzy (brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
We say no yap (Nope), you say no kizzy
We both got Glocks, so hide your blicky
Chopper in my lap, up, get to wiggin'
I slam on everybody, Ben Simmons (yup)
I'm dripped in fashion, still sayin' it
Just left a twenty-ball in Lenox
I get a call sayin', "What you in?" (huh)
I give a call, they shooting up in it (brrr, brrr)
Want some new guns but got too many
Lookin' for some, shoot 'til infinity
Know I love my Draco the most
We got a hundred percent chemistry (yeah)

Welcome to the riches, we got switches (brrr)
Move wrong, get hit up (brrr)
And can't nothing come between me
Seeing this money but a pair of buffs (yeah)
You just consider me poured up
When I got Wocky in my cup
I catch my man, won't walk away (nope)
Until I know he can't get up (nope)
You still ain't heard about that slimey man? (Brrr, brrr)
Lil' dude don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
And we turn opp block to Afghanistan (brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr)
Quick to get suited up (suited up)
Yeah, both of them two niggas dead (uh)
I told y'all that they knew what's up (what's up)
Walk with a wobble, I got Talibans
My pockets 'bout to bust (brrr)

(Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, Shiesty)
That money callin'
I been stackin' paper, I ain't never fallin' off
Once the smoke go up, it's never comin' down
All these bitches wanna make a comment now
I went thirty clip, I need a lot of rounds
He ain't solid, that's why he is not around
Probably somewhere tryna knock a thousand pounds
Dior, my jacket
They try rappers, I'm keepin' my ratchet
This shit crazy, I talk to my car
You can't pull up, I'm sparked at the door, we ready for war
And ain't no more play time, I'm for real
I'm in that mode now, watch me feel it
Give 'em a ten piece, he gon' eat 'em
I'm doin' donuts in a Demon (demon, straight up)

Welcome to the riches, we got switches (brrr)
Move wrong, get hit up (brrr)
And can't nothing come between me
Seeing this money but a pair of buffs (yeah)
You just consider me poured up
When I got Wocky in my cup
I catch my man, won't walk away (nope)
Until I know he can't get up (nope)
You still ain't heard about that slimey man? (brrr)
Lil' dude don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
And we turn opp block to Afghanistan (brrr, brrr, brrr)
Quick to get suited up
Yeah, both of them two niggas dead
I told y'all that they knew what's up (what's up)
Walk with a wobble, I got Talibans
My pockets 'bout to bust
Yeah, yeah, my pockets too overstuffed
Yeah, brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Dominique Jones, Donovan Hardie, Lontrell Dennell Jr. Williams, Peter J. Jung