NO BUDGET

Ooh, brr, ooh, yeah, big bag, big racks in the air

Gucci on me so they stare, shawty ridin’ like it’s the fare

No budget because I’m rare, pop another seal, and then a pair

You be yappin,’ shut up, I still count racks, wait, hold up

All these haters talk, don’t hear, prolly never even heard of fear

Throwin’ cash till the floor disappear, she dancin’ with that gear

Racks too big for the bank, pockets ain’t gon shrink

Two baddies on my lap, yo opinions ain’t facts

X Factor, shawty wanna get X rated, no minimum wage

Still got drugs in the safe, still got ice in the chain

Racks in the ceiling, two baddies in the building

Still calling my phone, two tone chain, that’s chrome

 

Hundred on the dash and the roof peel back, shawty in Chanel with the seat on flat

The bottles keep landin,’ marble on the floor and you know it’s outstanding

Shorty on the pole dancin,’ 50 in my hand but I ain’t even pass it

Neck full of gold, shawty on my lap like you too cold

She don’t even ask what my name gon be, she just see the ice and she know it’s me

Money keep comin’ like the shit on loop, they don’t even move

Shawty hit my phone, said slide, bring friends, we don’t even sleep til the sun hit

Pulled up wit’ the tint, can’t see me, bitch, wrist on piss, I’m lit off this

Pop two tabs and I’m floatin’ lke a fish, Wok in my cup, yeah, muddy as a bitch

Shawty on my lap and you know she wanna lick, thinking she can make it twitch

Fuckin’ all the hoes, money so tall and all it does is grow

Got the .40 by the hip, if he talk slick, then his jaw get split

Fuck your crew, y’all boys too light, boutta make y’all boats capsize

Shawty in the club so everyone stares, throw another band and it floats in the air

Lean on the seat somewhere, all this money, no one can compare

Bad lil bitch tryna ride my chain, opps wanna talk but it all sound lame

None of yo squad can step round hear, whole team eating while y’all just cheer

Sliding through the city in a whip, two straps tucked right under my hip

Ice so thick it could sink a fuckin’ ship, talk too loud get smacked like a bitch

I’m still outside gettin’ that bread, you know I ran up a flip

 

Ooh, brr, ooh, yeah, big bag, big racks in the air

Gucci on me so they stare, shawty ridin’ like it’s the fare

No budget because I’m rare, pop another seal, and then a pair

You be yappin,’ shut up, I still count racks, wait, hold up

All these haters talk, don’t hear, prolly never even heard of fear

Throwin’ cash till the floor disappear, she dancin’ with that gear

Racks too big for the bank, pockets ain’t gon shrink

Two baddies on my lap, yo opinions ain’t facts

X Factor, shawty wanna get X rated, no minimum wage

Still got drugs in the safe, still got ice in the chain

Racks in the ceiling, two baddies in the building

Still calling my phone, two tone chain, that’s chrome

 

Club too packed but they all know me, shawty wanna fuck because I’m a G

These diamonds got a mind of they own, shawty keep calling me on the phone

Yelling my name, and the opps just mad cause they not in my lane

Hundred racks deep and we still high, if an opp come close tell that bitch just try

Shit so bright that you squint when I move, money too thick, can’t fold in two

You a mess, bitch, you know these diamonds wet like a fresh fish

Call my plug, he like which piece, I want the whole damn brick, please

Bitch on me acting too needy, fuck her then ghost like Houdini

Money in the bag don’t book it, all the hoes stare, you know they lookin’


Talkin’ that shit but they under me, fuckin’ her friend while she under sheets

Fucked her in the back, made it two laps, walk in the spot, they like who that

Perky got me on tilt now, don’t talk deals less it’s mils now

Rollin’ up opps in a backwood, shawty look back cause I clap good

Never go broke, that’s a bad look, fuck what they say, I got the racks tucked

She gon twerk to feel alive, then she top me till she memorize

Double the cup when I pour up, slid in her DMs then tore up

Fuck on her bestie, then both of em, money so long, can’t fold it up

Whole team eating, no loose ends, all this drip got a pool in

Back to back we don’t ever sleep, bitch talk shit cause she a petty freak

Ice looking like it’s a snow day, ran through the bag in my old Js

 

Ooh, brr, ooh, yeah, big bag, big racks in the air

Gucci on me so they stare, shawty ridin’ like it’s the fare

No budget because I’m rare, pop another seal, and then a pair

You be yappin,’ shut up, I still count racks, wait, hold up

All these haters talk, don’t hear, prolly never even heard of fear

Throwin’ cash till the floor disappear, she dancin’ with that gear

Racks too big for the bank, pockets ain’t gon shrink

Two baddies on my lap, yo opinions ain’t facts

X Factor, shawty wanna get X rated, no minimum wage

Still got drugs in the safe, still got ice in the chain

Racks in the ceiling, two baddies in the building

Still calling my phone, two tone chain, that’s chrome