(Sonny Digital)
(Damn it, franchise, you did it again)

Ayy, spin 'em back to back, fuck these hoes, let's get these racks (racks)
Niggas ain't on shit, just makin' hits and gettin' plaques (yeah)
Like a bitch that's gettin' surgery, I'm tryna get some racks (racks)
Put my partner on a demon, then he pay me back in packs
I wear Dior, a lil' Chanel (lil' Chanel)
Oh, you a demon? That's why you broke as hell, oh yeah (yeah)
I wear Dior, a lil' Chanel (lil' Chanel)
Oh, you a demon? That's why you broke as hell, yeah

Bitch, I'm way too up, y'all fake as fuck, it's somethin' to speak about
Brand new Bentley truck, I wrapped it up like a TV season now
How your ass a slut when your daddy at church and he preaching loud?
Fuck it, open your mouth, catch this shit, then my dick skeetin' out (yeah)
Yeah, man, that nigga square, he can't be around
And I got the vision, 40/40, I can see it now
Had to pop a Addy 'cause I gotta watch who I sleep around
Ayy, watch your back, ooh, gotta watch who you keep around
Yeah, mmm, shit been gettin' crazy than a fool
Yeah, bullets out that Glock, it hit your back like a masseuse (ooh, yeah)
If it's up, then it's stuck there
She ask me if I want the top, I told that ho, "Fuck yeah"

Ayy, spin 'em back to back, fuck these hoes, let's get these racks (racks)
Niggas ain't on shit, just makin' hits and gettin' plaques (yeah)
Like a bitch that's gettin' surgery, I'm tryna get some racks (racks)
Put my partner on a demon, then he pay me back in packs
I wear Dior, a lil' Chanel (lil' Chanel)
Oh, you a demon? That's why you broke as hell, oh yeah (yeah)
I wear Dior, a lil' Chanel (lil' Chanel)
Oh, you a demon? That's why you broke as hell, yeah

A big back blocka, I posted bail
Tried to come through that backdoor like me and failed
First I hit the Dior store with my bitch and then Chanel
Ayy, I just bought a chopper with my Zelle
Told a bitch, "I told you you can't talk 'bout no one else"
I wan' talk 'bout money, I don't talk 'bout no one else
Yeah, I still could cook the shell, I still run from the sheriff
That bitch can't come in my house no more, she knocked down all my beverage
I talk this shit, I smell rich
Go get your scale, bitch
I haven't used the mail since, a fuckin' terrorist
They know I'm tryna go legit
We got money, let's go and get it
We be blowin' shit
Nigga, you still be owin' shit

Ayy, spin 'em back to back, fuck these hoes, let's get these racks (racks)
Niggas ain't on shit, just makin' hits and gettin' plaques (yeah)
Like a bitch that's gettin' surgery, I'm tryna get some racks (racks)
Put my partner on a demon, then he pay me back in packs
I wear Dior, a lil' Chanel (lil' Chanel)
Oh, you a demon? That's why you broke as hell, oh yeah (yeah)
I wear Dior, a lil' Chanel (lil' Chanel)
Oh, you a demon? That's why you broke as hell, yeah

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell, Kelton Scott II, Michael Iadisernia, Sidney Collins, Sonny Cory Uwaezuoke