[Intro]
Track temp hot
Night air thick
Staging lanes packed
We about to get rich (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Big tire, bead locked, front end light
Dialed to the thou, hit the same every night
Homies in the pits, folding cash, side bets
Point at the board, tell ’em “that’s a sure check”
Fuel on my hands, rubber dust on my teeth
Spray in the bottle, got the kit underneath
Deep stage, bump once, heart in my throat
One wrong move and you buying back broke
[Chorus]
Bracket money talk, that’s a different kind of flex (flex)
Tree turn green, I’m already at the 60 on ’em next (skrrt)
Homies in the stands, whole crew yelling “cut the check!” (cut it)
We don’t chase clout, we just chase that win light on the deck
Bracket money talk, that’s a different kind of flex
[Verse 2]
Gold card, tech card, wristband tight
Trailer park lit, we don’t sleep all night
Laptop glow, change a jet, change a plan
Same number on the glass, still quicker than your man
Split pot talk at the pay window door
“Run it out?” “Run it back?” “Add a little more”
My dawg just red-lit, tossed his lid in the grass
Said “win that for the team,” so I double on the gas
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Two left in the lane, crowd get quiet
Stutter at the line, whole place like a riot (woah)
If I hit this run, then the rent sound paid
If I miss this run, then we sleep in the shade
[Chorus]