[Intro] (Autotuned ad-libs, low-key) Yeah, yeah, ayy 772 shit, big bucks, huh Gucci slippers on the marble, skrrt Lean in the cup, Perky dust, ayy 7.62 in the trunk, let’s go [Pre-Chorus] Double cup muddy, eyes low, can’t see straight Big booty walkin’ through, make the whole floor shake 772 tatted, Glock tucked, that’s lightweight Paper counter goin’ crazy, thumb hurt from blue face [Chorus] Big bucks poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ (poppin’) Opps get to droppin’, droppin’, droppin’ (brrt) Gucci slippers slidin’, still steppin’ on they noggin (slatt) Big booty thotiana, ass fat, keep it clappin’ (yeah) Lean got me floatin’, Perky got me locked in (woah) 772 with the Glock, twin drums, we twin glocks, bitch (grrah) 7.62 hit like the bass, make the floor spin Big bucks poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ Hella paper in the safe, money counter never stoppin’ [Verse 1] Pull up Maybach truck, seats massage while I’m leanin’ Diamonds hittin’ so hard, look like the club got a beacon 772 Love, that’s the gang, no switchin’ seasons Glock 26 on my hip, baby Drac’ for no reason Thotiana throw it back, told her, “Break the bed, no speakin’” Perky 10 crushed up, mix it with the lean, I’m geeker’d Countin’ so much cash, fingers crampin’, I can’t feel ’em Gucci slides velvet, still slide when it’s time to drill ’em 7.62 energy in the drums, feel it through the ceiling [Pre-Chorus] Double cup muddy, eyes low, can’t see straight Big booty walkin’ through, make the whole floor shake 772 tatted, Glock tucked, that’s lightweight Paper counter goin’ crazy, thumb hurt from blue face [Chorus] Big bucks poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ (poppin’) Opps get to droppin’, droppin’, droppin’ (brrt) Gucci slippers slidin’, still steppin’ on they noggin (slatt) Big booty thotiana, ass fat, keep it clappin’ (yeah) Lean got me floatin’, Perky got me locked in (woah) 772 with the Glock, twin drums, we twin glocks, bitch (grrah) 7.62 hit like the bass, make the floor spin Big bucks poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ Hella paper in the safe, money counter never stoppin’ [Verse 2] Wrist on Frozone, neck on sub-zero Thot just sent the addy, told her pull up in a two-seater Gen 5 with the switch, make it sing like it’s Bieber Big bucks in the duffel, need a Brinks for the weekend Lean got me lazy, movin’ slow like a senior Big booty in my face, told her, “Make it clap, no cheerin’” Opps see the ice, now they sick, catchin’ fever 772 forever, that’s the gang, no leavin’ 7.62 rumble in the beat, every hit’s a heater [Outro] (Autotune fade out, mumbled) Yeah, big bucks poppin’… poppin’… Gucci slippers on the marble, still slide on an opp, man Lean, Perks, thots, Glocks, big knots… 772 shit… mumble this in the drop six… 7.62 in the trunk when the drop hit… skrrt… yeah… huh… gone

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